Athena:
Yea: none can bid me pledge beyond my power.
Leader:
Lo, I desist from wrath, appeased by thee.
Athena:
Then in the land's heart shalt thou win thee friends.
Leader:
What chant dost bid me raise, to greet the land?
Athena:
Such as aspires towards a victory
Unrued by any: chants from breast of earth,
From wave, from sky; and let the wild winds' breath
Pass with soft sunlight o'er the lap of land,-
Strong wax the fruits of earth, fair teem the kine,
Unfailing, for my town's prosperity,
And constant be the growth of mortal seed.
But more and more root out the impious,
For as a gardener fosters what he sows,
So foster I this race, whom righteousness
Doth fend from sorrow. Such the proffered boon.
But I, if wars must be, and their loud clash
And carnage, for my town, will ne'er endure
That aught but victory shall crown her fame.
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