Chorus
And then at last with a loud voice we shall sing a song of the deliverance of our house,
the song that women raise when the wind sits fair, and not the shrill strain of those who mourn:
The ship goes well. This grows to profit for me, for me, and calamity holds off from those I love.
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Libation Bearers. Aeschylus. Herbert Weir Smyth (Translator). New York. 1926.
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