Olympia Xiv

O ye, who inhabit for your lot the seat of the Cephisian Streams, yielding fair steeds, renowned Graces, Ruling bright Orchomenos, Protectors of the ancient race of Minyæ, Hear, when I pray. For with you are all pleasant And sweet things to mortals; If wise, if fair, if noble, Any man. For neither do the gods, Without the august Graces, Rule the dance, Nor feasts; but stewards Of all works in heaven, Having placed their seats By golden-bowed Pythian Apollo, They reverence the eternal power Of the Olympian Father. August Aglaia and song-loving Euphrosyne, children of the mightiest god, Hear now, and Thalia loving song, Beholding this band, in favorable fortune Lightly dancing; for in Lydian Manner meditating, I come celebrating Asopichus, Since Minya by thy means is victor at the Olympic games. Now to Persephone's Black-walled house go, Echo, Bearing to his father the famous news; That seeing Cleodamus thou mayest say, That in renowned Pisa's vale His son crowned his young hair With plumes of illustrious contests.