Chorus
Our oars, indeed, and our timbered ship, bound with yellow rope1 [135] to withstand the sea, sped me on by help of favoring winds, unharmed by all tempests; nor have I reason for complaint. But may the all-seeing Father [140] establish a kindly issue in due time—
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