  Heed not the confusion, resist the illusion Of golden apples that lie in thy way! The swords are clashing, the arrows are flashing, But they cannot long the hero delay. A daring beginning is halfway to winning, An Alexander once conquer’d the earth! Restrain each soft feeling! the queens are all kneeling In the tent, to reward thy victorious worth. Surmounting each burden, we win as our guerdon The bed of Darius of old, and his crown; O deadly seduction! O blissful destruction! To die thus in triumph in Babylon town! |
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