GetPassage urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg019.perseus-eng4:225-247 urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg019.perseus-eng4:225-247

That walkest Lycia’s inmost shrine,Come, strong to guard, to guide, to follow,Come, bow in hand and girt with night,To help thy Dardans as of old,When stone by stone thy music rolled—O conquering Strength, O Sire Apollo!—Young Ilion into towers of light.numeration out of sync: 232 omitted

CHORUS.Grant that he reach the shipyard, creepKeen-eyed through all that host asleep,Then back to home and hearth, yet living,Where now his father prays alone:Yea, grant that, when the Greeks are slain,Our wolf shall mount with scourge and reinThose coursers of the sea-god’s giving,Whom Peleus drove in days foregone.numeration out of sync: 241-242 omitted

CHORUS.Alone in those Greek ships to stakeHis life, for home and country’s sake:’Tis wondrous! Few be hearts so trueWhen seas across the bulwark break,And sunlight sickens o’er the crew.