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atfalati athabasca athabascan

athabaska athabaskan athalia
line, Thou guardian power of Cilla the divine, Thou source of
light! whom Tenedos adores, And whose bright presence gilds thy Chrysa's


shores. If e'er with wreaths I hung thy sacred fane, Or fed the flames
with fat of oxen slain God of the silver bow! thy shafts employ, Avenge
thy servant, and the Greeks destroy."  Thus Chryses pray'd.the favouring
power attends, And from Olympus' lofty tops descends. Bent was his bow,

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