Returning from His Embassy to Spain

Hail! beautiful land, dear to the gods, hail! fair valleys of Aphrodite. After these many toils of mind and soul I see you again, and make joyful offering that through your favour I may drive away care from my heart. The Graces dip their snow-coloured bodies in the springs of no other land; in no other fields do they weave their garlands ...
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