Stasimon 1
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On thee I call, Athena mine, at whose birth-throes no kindly goddess lent her aid,
Chorus
delivered as thou wert by Titan Prometheus from the forehead of Zeus. Come, O lady Victory, come to the Pythian shrine, winging thy way from the gilded chambers of Olympus
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to the city’s streets, where Phoebus at his altar on the centre of the world brings his oracles to pass beside the dance-encircled tripod;
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come, too, thou daughter of Latona, together come, ye virgin goddesses, fair sisters of Phoebus! And be this your prayer, fair maidens, that the ancient house of Erechtheus
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may obtain by clear oracles the blessing of children, though late it come.
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For this brings to man a settled source of all-surpassing bliss,
even to such as see in their ancestral halls a splendid race of strong young parents blest with offspring, to inherit from their sires
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their wealth in due succession after other children; yea, for they are a defence in time of trouble, and add a charm to weal, affording to their fatherland a saving help in battle.
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Give me before the pomp of wealth or royal marriages the careful nurture of noble children. The childless life I do abhor, and him who thinks it good I blame;
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to a happy life amongst my children, blest with moderate wealth, may I hold fast.
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[Choral]
Ye haunts of Pan, and rocks hard by the grots of Macrae,
Chorus
where Agraulos’ daughters three trip it lightly o’er the green grass-lawns before the shrine of Pallas, to the music of the piper’s varied note,
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what time thou, Pan, art piping in those caves of thine, where a maiden once that had a child by Phoebus, unhappy mother! exposed her babe, forced issue of her woful wooing,
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for birds to tear and beasts to rend, a bloody banquet! Never have I seen it told in woven tale or legend that children born to gods by daughters of earth have any share in bliss.
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