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the wood Conspicuous on its lofty place
The proud           fane grace Tis then thy part with willing mind
meet thy benefactor kind
Offspring
Extol the bright hair graceful three
How bless have thy labors past
Alexibius thee
Long the poet record
Of forty guides whose skill would steer
Gainst thine their chariot rash career Bringing with fearless mind thy car
last
Alone unbroken
And now the strife Thou art return
the war
glory past
once more thy paternal walls last
On Libya fertile shore
But one shall
From grief the lot mortals free Yet Battus ancient fortunes wait His prosperous and his adverse state He forms the city guardian pride
shining light
Struck with deep awe and panic dread
beside From him the roaring lions fled
speak divinely taught language the ocean brought
Apollo struck the beasts with fear Who led the colonising train
When
related by Herodotus that Battus the founder Cyrene meeting lion Libya uttered cry piercing
scare the savage beast and restore him voice according the prediction Apollo
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