Matthew Arnold 
Poems 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Laias. Son of Cresphontes, we have reach’d the goal Of our night-journey, and thou see’st thy home. Behold thy heritage, thy father’s realm This is that fruitful, famed Messenian land, Wealthy in corn and flocks, which, when at last The late-relenting Gods with victory brought The Heracleidae back to Pelops‘ isle, Fell to thy father’s lot, the second prize. Before thy feet this recent city Spreads Of Stenyclaros, which he built, and made Of his fresh-conquer’d realm the royal seat, Degrading Pylos from its ancient rule. There stands the temple of thine ancestor, Great Heracles; and, in that public place, Zeus hath his altar, where thy father fell.