Stasimon 1
[Choral 1]
Thymbraean, Delian, Birth divine,
CHORUS.
That walkest Lycia’s inmost shrine,
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Come, strong to guard, to guide, to follow,
Come, bow in hand and girt with night,
To help thy Dardans as of old,
When stone by stone thy music rolled—
O conquering Strength, O Sire Apollo!—
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Young Ilion into towers of light.
Grant that he reach the shipyard, creep
Keen-eyed through all that host asleep,
Then back to home and hearth, yet living,
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Where now his father prays alone:
Yea, grant that, when the Greeks are slain,
Our wolf shall mount with scourge and rein
Those coursers of the sea-god’s giving,
Whom Peleus drove in days foregone.
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[Choral 2]
Alone in those Greek ships to stake
CHORUS.
His life, for home and country’s sake:
’Tis wondrous! Few be hearts so true
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When seas across the bulwark break,
