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May destiny still find me winning the praise of reverent purity in all words and  deeds sanctioned by those laws of sublime range, called into life through the high clear aether, whose father is Olympus alone. Their parent was no race of mortal men,  no, nor shall oblivion ever lay them to sleep: the god is mighty in them, and he does not grow old.
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