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PINDAR.
'Tis not in my imperfect art85
Thy soul, oh Megas! to restore;
And empty hopes can but impart
The issue vain they ever bore.
But a musæan stone to raise
To thee, and in thy tribe's high praise,90
The brave Chariadæ, 'tis mine—
With joy I hail thy double speed,
And to reward the glorious deed
Send forth the tributary line.
Full oft before the child of grief95
Has found in song a sure relief.
Th' encomiastic hymn was rife
Before Adrastus' and the Thebans' strife. 87
