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horace-works_93		horace-works_93			.txt	text/plain	343	15	74	Restore, O excellent chieftain, the light to thy country; for, like the spring, wherever thy countenance has shone, the day passes more agreeably for the people, and the sun has a superior lustre. As a mother, with vows, omens, and prayers, calls for her son( whom the south wind with adverse gales detains from his sweet home, staying more than a year beyond the Carpathian Sea), nor turns aside her looks from the curved shore; in like manner, inspired with loyal wishes, his country seeks for Caesar. This is our language, when we are sober at the early day; this is our language, when we have well drunk, at the time the sun is beneath the ocean.	./cache/horace-works_93.txt	./txt/horace-works_93.txt