English poem
Isthmia Vi, 62-73
"If ever, O Father Zeus, thou hast heard My supplication with willing mind, Now I beseech thee, with prophetic Prayer, grant a bold son from Eribœa To this man, my fated guest; Rugged in body As the hide of this wild beast Which now surrounds me, which, first of all My contests, I slew once in Nemea; and let his mind agree." To him thus having spoken, Heaven sent A great eagle, king of birds, And sweet joy thrilled him inwardly.