Stasimon 2
[Choral 1]
and thus would it have been possible to distinguish the good and the bad, just as sailors know the number of the stars amid the clouds. But, as it is, the gods have set no certain boundary
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Chorus
between good and bad, but time’s onward roll brings increase only to man’s wealth.
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[Choral 2]
Never will I cease to link in one the Graces and the Muses,
Chorus
sweetest union. Never may I live among uneducated boors, but ever may I find a place among the crowned!
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Yes, still the aged singer lifts up his voice of bygone memories: still is my song of the triumphs of Heracles, whether Bromius the giver of wine is near, or the strains of the seven-stringed lyre and the Libyan pipe are rising;
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not yet will I cease to sing the Muses’ praise, my patrons in the dance.
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The maids of Delos raise their song of joy, circling round the temple gates in honor of Leto’s fair son,
the graceful dancer; so I with my old lips will cry aloud songs of joy at your palace-doors, like the swan, aged singer; for there is a good
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theme for minstrelsy; he is the son of Zeus; yet high above his noble birth tower his deeds of prowess, for his toil secured this life of calm for man,
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having destroyed all fearsome beasts.
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