Chorus
[332]
Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man.
[335]
This power spans the sea, even when it surges white before the gales of the south-wind, and makes a path under swells that threaten to engulf him. Earth, too, the eldest of the gods, the immortal, the unwearied,
[340]
he wears away to his own ends, turning the soil with the offspring of horses as the plows weave to and fro year after year.