CHORUS
CHORUS
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With a shout by the hearth let the palace roof ring
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From those that are dreaming of bridal, and ye,
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Young men, let your voices in harmony sing
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To the God of the quiver, the Lord of the free!
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And the Paean withal from the maiden band
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To Artemis, huntress of many a land,
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Let it rise o’er the glad roof tree,
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To Phoebus’ own sister, with fire in each hand,
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And the Nymphs that her co-mates be!
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My spirit soars. O sovereign of my soul!
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I will accept the thrilling flute’s control.
The ivy-crownèd thyrsus, see!
With Bacchic fire is kindling me,
And turns my emulous tread
Where’er the mazy dance may lead.
Euoî! Euoî!
O Paean! send us joy.
See, dearest Queen, behold!
Before thy gaze the event will now unfold.
Trachiniae. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.