O，thesonginitsburdenranpure，Andburdentosongwasacrown。
Callistes，asinger，skilledInthegifthecouldmeasureandpraise，Byaral’sartwasthrilled，ThoughshesangbutaSongofDays，Wherethehusbandman’stoilandstrifeLittlevariestostrifeandtoil：
Butthemilkykerneloflife，Withhernumbered：corn，wine，fruit，oilThesongdidgehimtoeat：
GavethefirstraptsionofGood，AndthefreshyoungsenseofSweetThegraceofthebattleforfood，WiththeissueEarthcannotrefuseWhenmentotheirlabouraresworn。
’TwasasongoftheGodoftheMuseTotheforeheadofMorn。