Chapter 17 of 19 · 76 words · ~1 min read

XX.

Under a Statue of Peisander, WHO WROTE THE LABOURS OF HERACLES.

He whom ye gaze on was the first That in quaint song the deeds rehearsed Of him whose arm was swift to smite, Who dared the lion to the fight: That tale, so strange, so manifold, Peisander of Cameirus told. For this good work, thou may'st be sure, His country placed him here, In solid brass that shall endure Through many a month and year.