waves of ocean, all the terrors of sea and sky in his own 25
feeble frame, beyond the strength and the day of old age.
Nay more—that I would kneel to thee and approach thy
dwelling—this was his charge, his oft-repeated prayer.
Oh, of thy grace, pity the son and the sire; for thou art
all-powerful, nor is it for nought that Hecate has set thee 30
over the groves of Avernus. If Orpheus had the power to
fetch back the shade of his wife, by the help of his Thracian
lyre and its sounding strings—if Pollux redeemed
his brother by dying in turn with him, and went and returned