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Was not thy long-determined counsel this,That, in good time, Ulysses should return,To be avenged? Guide, then, Tolemachus,Wisely, for so thou canst, that, all unharmed,He reach his native land, and, in their barks,Homeward the suitor-train retrace their way." He spoke, and turned to Hermes, his dear son:"Hermes, for thou, in this, my messengerArt, as in all things, to the bright-haired nymphMake known my steadfast purpose, the returnOf suffering Ulysses. Neither godsNor men shall guide his voyage. On a raft,Made firm with bands, he shall depart and reach,After long hardships, on the twentieth day,The fertile shore of Scheria, on whose isleDwell the Pheacians, kinsmen of the gods.They like a god shall honor him, and thenceSend him to his loved country in a ship,
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