Gaia's mythic bonds crossed,
Ruined bricks seeking redemption
For lurking tyranny, alas submits her blood!
Whence thou be to breathe, O son of God.
On thy name lies the slain lion;
Afeared, the man-gulping birds flee to die;
Hydra relieved of her heads by a thud;
And Cacus falls beneath thy might, O people's Lord,
As to Zeus thy rightful honour rehearsed this morn.
Born of Hera's bliss, thou harmony clad,
Yet, O Heracles, lightened chains thou arm by,
That the bull of Crete without mercy tamed;
Atlas's burden madest thine, hark Prometheus' cry,
Thou son of Alcmene, shall live till maimed.
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