He touched his parent, fresh from her embrace

Renewed in rigour he should rise again.

In yonder cave he dwelt, 'neath yonder rock

He made his feast on lions slain in chase:

There slept he; not on skins of beasts, or leaves,

But fed his strength upon the naked earth.

Perished the Libyan hinds and those who came,

Brought here in ships, until he scorned at length

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