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By the stern Pow'r who guards this sacred Place,
By the illustrious Authors of thy Race;
By Jove, to whom the Stranger's Cause belongs,
To whom the Suppliant, and who feels their Wrongs;
O guard me, save me, in the needful Hour!
Without thy Aid, thy Jason is no more;
To thee a Suppliant, in distress I bend,
To thee a Stranger, and who wants a Friend!
Then, when between us Seas and Mountains rise,
Medea's Name shall sound in distant Skies;
All Greece to thee shall owe her Heroes Fates,
And bless Medea thro' her hundred States.
The Mother and the Wife, who now in vain
Roul their sad Eyes fast-streaming o'er the Main,
Shall stay their Tears: The Mother, and the Wife,
Shall bless thee for a Son's or Husband's Life!
Fair Ariadne, sprung from Minos' Bed,
Sav'd the brave Theseus, and with Theseus fled,
By the illustrious Authors of thy Race;
By Jove, to whom the Stranger's Cause belongs,
To whom the Suppliant, and who feels their Wrongs;
O guard me, save me, in the needful Hour!
Without thy Aid, thy Jason is no more;
To thee a Suppliant, in distress I bend,
To thee a Stranger, and who wants a Friend!
Then, when between us Seas and Mountains rise,
Medea's Name shall sound in distant Skies;
All Greece to thee shall owe her Heroes Fates,
And bless Medea thro' her hundred States.
The Mother and the Wife, who now in vain
Roul their sad Eyes fast-streaming o'er the Main,
Shall stay their Tears: The Mother, and the Wife,
Shall bless thee for a Son's or Husband's Life!
Fair Ariadne, sprung from Minos' Bed,
Sav'd the brave Theseus, and with Theseus fled,
Forsook
