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Fadeless renown is shed thereby
On life by Fame. Ah, glorious
The quest of virtue is!—for us
The cloistered virtue, chastity:

But, for the man—his inborn grace 570
Of law and order maketh great,
By service of her sons, the state:
His virtue works by thousand ways.
(Epode.)
Thou earnest, Paris, back to where,
Mid Ida's heifers snowy fair,
A neatherd, thou didst pipe such strain
That old Olympus' spirit there
Awoke again.^[1]
Full-uddered kine in dreamy peace
Browsed, when the summons came to thee
To judge that Goddess-rivalry 580
Whose issue sped thee unto Greece,
Before the ivory palaces
To stand, to see in Helen's eyne
That burned on thine, the lovelight shine,
To thrill with Eros' ecstasies.
For which cause strife is leading all
Hellas, with ships, with spears, to fall
Upon Troy's tower-coronal.

Lo, lo, the great ones of the earth,
How blest they be! 590
Iphigeneia, proud in birth
From princes, see;