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OLYMPIAN ODES: 2. THE ISLAND OF BLEST by PINDAR

First Line: BUT IN SUNSHINE EVER FAIR
Last Line: AND MORNING'S AETHIOP SON.

BUT in sunshine ever fair
Abide the Good, and all their nights and days
An equal splendour wear.
And never as of old with thankless toil
For their poor empty needs they vex the soil,
And plough the watery seas,
But dwelling with the glorious gods in ease
A tearless life they pass
Whose joy on earth it was
To keep their plighted word; but far from these
Torments the rest sustain too dark for human gaze.

Whosoe'er can thrice endure
In either biding-place their souls to save
From all transgression pure,
These tread the Heavenly Way to Cronus' Tower,
Where round the Happy Islands hour on hour
The ocean breezes blow;
And there are blossoms of clear gold that grow
On shining trees, or rest
On the fond water's breast,
And wreaths thereof they twine round arm and brow.
Thus Rhadamanthus wise his all-just mandate gave,

Who sits in judgement by the side
Of world-throned Rhea's lord most high.
Peleus and Cadmus both abide
Among that blessed company;
And thither too his mother bore
Achilles, when her pleading sore
The heart of Zeus to mercy wore.

Cycnus he to death had done
And foremost Hector, Troy's unshaken tower,
And Morning's AEthiop son.



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