Chorus
[455]
Or to an island home, sent on a voyage of misery by oars that sweep the brine, leading a wretched existence in halls where the first-created palm and the bay-tree put forth their sacred
[460]
shoots for dear Latona, a memorial of her divine birth-pains? and there with the maids of Delos shall I hymn
[465]
the golden head-band and bow of Artemis, their goddess?