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charm , the loud acclaim
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That sings the Pythian victor's fame ; Such triumphs as in days of yore
At Cirrha Pherenicus bore :
And brighter than the airy star
For him my splendor beams afar 136 140
But to the Mother would I pray , Whose altar near my dwelling stands :
There oft the Nymphs , who bend their way
To her and Pan, their vowsto pay,           in nocturnal bands .