Chorus
ANTISTROPHE I.
Here may no tree-destroying mildew sweep,-
(So show I forth my grace),
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May no fierce heat within these bounds alight,
Blasting the tender buds; no sterile blight,
Disastrous, onward creep.
But in due season here may flocks of worth
Twin yeanlings bear; and may this race,
Enriched with treasures of the earth,
Honour the Heaven-sent grace!
Eumenides. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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