Tunc deus, Alpini qui iuxta culmina dorsi signat Apollineos sancto cognomine lucos, respicit heu tanti pridem securus alumni, praegressusque moras: hinc mecum, Epidauria proles, hinc ait i gaudens.
Then the god that hard by the peaks of the Alpine ridge marks Apollonian groves with his sacred name turns eyes too long alas! unregarding of such a favorite, and forestalling delay, Come with me now, my son of Epidaurus, he says, come in joy.
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