Be near and befriend us, O Pallas, the Zeus-born maiden of
might!
O lord of the steed and the sea, be thy trident uplifted to
smite
In eager desire of the fray, Poseidon! and Ares come
down,
In fatherly presence revealed, to rescue Harmonia's
town!
Thine too, Aphrodite, we are! thou art mother and queen of our
race,
To thee we cry out in our need, from thee let thy children have
grace!
Ye too, to scare back the foe, be your cry as a wolf's howl
wild,
Thou, O the wolf-lord, and thou, of she-wolf Leto the child!
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Woe and alack for the sound, for the rattle of cars to the
wall,
And the creak of the griding axles! O Hera, to thee is our
call!
Artemis, maiden beloved! the air is distraught with the
spears,
And whither doth destiny drive us, and where is the goal of our fears?
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