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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
What loosing of the heavy fortune fastAbout the palace? Will such help appear,Or must we clip the locks and cast aroundEach form already the black peplos' fold?Clearly the black robe, clearly! All the samePray to the Gods!—like Gods' no power so great!O thou king Paian, find some way to save!Reveal it, yea, reveal it! Since of oldThou found'st a cure, why, now again becomeReleaser from the bonds of Death, we beg,And give the sanguinary Hades pause!"So the song dwindled into a mere moan;Plow dear the wife, and what her husband's woe;When suddenly—"Behold, behold!" breaks forth:"Here is she coming from the house indeed!Her husband comes, too! Cry aloud, lament,Pheraian land, this best of women, bound—
