394 POEMS 
To make our brothers humble, tireless, fear- 
less ; — 
This is the work to which Thy spirit calls. 
Some seeds we sow may blossom into flowers 
And those yield fruit to ripen ‘neath Thy 
sun, 
And Thou wilt bear these trembling hearts of 
ours 
On to that peace where aim and deed grow 
one. 
SAPPHO’S ODE TO APHRODITE 
TlowctAd@pov’, abdvar’ *Appdéiira. 
BEAUTIFUL-THRONED, immortal Aphrodite ! 
Daughter of Zeus, beguiler! I implore thee 
Weigh me not down with weariness and an- 
guish, 
O thou most holy ! 
Come to me now! if ever thou in kindness 
Hearkenedst my words, —and often hast thou 
hearkened, 
Heeding, and coming from the mansion golden 
Of thy great Father, 
Yoking thy chariot, borne by thy most lovely 
Consecrated birds, with dusky-tinted pinions, 
