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Therefore let there fly forth from our overshadowed1lips a prayer of gratitude. Never may pestilence  empty this city of its men nor strife stain the soil of the land with the blood of slain inhabitants. But may the flower of its youth be unplucked, and may Ares,  the partner of Aphrodite's bed, he who makes havoc of men, not shear off their bloom.
1 Overshadowed by the suppliant branches, which, though now laid on the altar （l. 507）, are still in imagination held before the faces of the maidens.
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