Stasimon 4
[Choral]
Ah! Cypris, thine the hand that guides the stubborn hearts of gods and men; thine,
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and that attendant boy’s, who, with painted plumage gay, flutters round his victims on lightning wing. O’er the land and booming deep on golden pinion borne flits the god of Love,
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maddening the heart and beguiling the senses of all whom he attacks, savage whelps on mountains bred, ocean’s monsters, creatures of this sun-warmed earth,
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and man; thine, O Cypris, thine alone the sovereign power to rule them all.
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