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HOMERIC HYMN: THE GODDESS OF THE HEARTH by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "HESTIA, WHEREVER HOMES SHELTER, RAISED TO THE SKY"
Last Line: "POURING SWEET WINE TO YOU, AND AGAIN AT THE END"
HESTIA, wherever homes shelter, raised to the sky,
men going on earth or gods who never may die,
the foremost honour you've gained, and a lasting place.
Noble your portion and right. For, lacking your grace,
no mortal would dare to eat. First, he must bend,
pouring sweet wine to you, and again at the end.



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