O father all-seeing and all-knowing,

Let the last fruit fall not of thine

From the tree with whose boughs we are shaded,

From the stock that thy son's hand set.

ERECHTHEUS.

O daughter of Cephisus, from all time

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Wise have I found thee, wife and queen, of heart

Perfect; nor in the days that knew not wind

Nor days when storm blew death upon our peace

Was thine heart swoln with seed of pride, or bowed

With blasts of bitter fear that break men's souls

Who lift too high their minds toward heaven, in thought

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Too godlike grown for worship; but of mood

Equal, in good time reverent of time bad,

And glad in ill days of the good that were.

Nor now too would I fear thee, now misdoubt

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Lest fate should find thee lesser than thy doom,

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