In high Olympus` sacred shade A gift Minerva wrought For her beloved philosopher Immersed in deepest thought. A shield to guard his aged breast With its enchanted mesh When he his nectar and ambrosia took To strengthen and refresh. Long may he live to use the life The hidden goddess gave, To keep unspotted to the end The gentle, just, and brave.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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