And Hermes, Maia's child, lend hand to save,
Willing the right, and guide
Our state with Fortune's breeze adown the favouring tide.
Whate'er in darkness hidden lies,
He utters at his will;
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He at his will throws darkness on our eyes,
By night and eke by day inscrutable.
Then, then shall wealth atone
The ills that here were done.
Libation Bearers. Aeschylus. Edmund Doidge Anderson Morshead (Translator). . .