ite, pii manes Graiumque examina vatum, illustremque animam Lethaeis spargite sertis et monstrate nemus quo nulla irrupit Erinys, in quo falsa dies caeloque simillimus ar.
Go, righteous ghosts and multitude of Grecian bards, shower the illustrious soul with Lethaean garlands and point him to the grove which no Fury has invaded, where is false day and air most like to the sky.
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