To sound the hero’s praise.
The Xanthian burghers, wealthy men,
Chose the best acres in the glen
Beside the fattening river—
Acres where best or corn would grow,
Or vines with clustered purple glow,
These, free from burden, they bestow
On Glaucus’ son for ever.
The Xanthian king, to Prœtus bound,
For other dangers looks around,