Olympian 4: For Psaumis of Camarina

O Zeus most high, whose chariot is the tireless-footed thundercloud! on thee I call; for it is thine Hours that, in their circling dance to the varied notes of the lyre’s minstrelsy, sent me to bear witness to the most exalted of all contests; and, when friends are victorious, forthwith the heart of the noble leapeth up with gladness at the sweet tidings.

But, Son of Cronus, that holdest Etna, that breeze-swept height which lieth heavily on the mighty Typhon! welcome the Olympian victor; welcome, for the Graces’ sake, this minstrel band, this long-enduring light of widely potent prowess. ’Tis the minstrel-band that cometh in honour of the chariot of Psaumis, who, crowned with the olive of Pisa, is eager to win high glory for Camarina. May Heaven be gracious to his further prayers, for I praise one who is right ready in the rearing of coursers, one who rejoiceth in welcoming all his guests, and one who in pure heart devoteth himself to Peace that loveth the State. I shall utter a word untinged with falsehood. “Trial is the true test of mortal men.”

This it was that caused the son of Clymenus to cease to be mocked by the women of Lemnos.

When, in armour of bronze, he won the foot-race, he spake on this wise to Hypsipyle, as he went to receive the crown: “Such am I in swiftness of foot, with hands and heart to match. Even young men full often find their hair growing grey, even before the fitting time of life.”