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Glad I release it from its partner's cares;
And bid good angels waft it to the stars.
Then in the flowing bowl I drown those sighs,
Which, spight of wisdom, from our weakness rises
The draught to the dead's mem'ry I commend,
And offer to the now immortal friend.
But if oppos'd to what my thoughts approve,
Nor Pluto's rage there be, nor pow'r of Jove ;-
On its dark side if thou the prospect take ;
Grant all forgot beyond black Lethe's lake :.
In total death suppose the mortal lie,
No new hereafter, nor a future sky : .
Yet bear thy lot content ; yet cease to grieve :
Why, ere death comes, dost thou forbear to live ?
The little time thou haft, 'twixt instant now
And fate's approach, is all the gods allow ;.
And of this little halt thou ought to spare
To sad reflection, and corroding care ?
The momente past, if thou art wise, retrieve
With pleasant mem'ry of the bliss they gave.
The pleasant hours in present mirth employ,
And bribe the future with the hopes of joy,
The future (few or more, howe'er they be)
Were destin'd erft; nor can by face's decree
Be now cut off, betwixt the grave and thee.
The first HY MN of CALLIMACH U S
TTTHILE we to Jove select the holy victim,
Whom apter shall we sing, than Jove himself, The god for ever great, for ever king ;
Who sew the earth-born race, and measures right
To hear'n's great habitants ? Dictaean hearelt thou
More joyful, or Lycaean, long dispute
And various thought has-trac'd. On Ida mounty.
Or Dicte, studious of his country's praise,
The Cretan boasts thy natal place : but oft
He meets reproof deservd: for the presumptuous
Has built a tomb for thee, who-never know'st
To die, but liv'st the same to-day and ever.
Arcadian therefore be thy birth: great Rhea
Pregnant to high Parrhasia's cliffs retir'd,
And wild Lycaeus, black with shading pines ;-
Holy retreat! Sithence no female hither,
Conscious of social love and nature's rites,
Must dare approach, from the inferior reptile
To woman, form divine. There the bleft.parent
Ungirt her spacious bosom, and discharg'd [fpring
The pond'rous birth : she fought the neighb'ring
To wash the recent babe : in vain : Arcadia,
(However streamy) now aduft and dry,
Deny'd the goddess water:: where deep. Melas,
And rocky Cratis flow, the chariot smoak’d.
Obscure with rising duft : the thirsty trav'ler
In vain requir’d the current, then imprison'd to
In subterraneous caverns: forests grew
Upon the barren hollows, high o'er shading
The haunts of savage beasts, where now Iaon,
And Erimanth incline their friendly urns.
Thou too, O earth, great Rhea-said, bring forth;
And short shall be thy pangs : she faid; and high
She rear'd her arm, and with her sceptre ftruck
The yawning cliff: from its disparted height:
Adown the mount the gushing torrent rani
And cheard the valleys : there the heav'nly mother
Bath’d, mighty king, thy tepder limbs: she wrapt them
In purple bands : she gave the precious pledge
To prudent Neda, charging her to guard thee,
Careful and secret: Neda of the nymphs
That tended the great birth, next Philyre
And Styx, the eldest. Smiling she receiv'd theej
And conscious of the grace, absolv'd her trust ::
Not unrewarded ; since the river bore
The fav’rite virgin's name : fair Neda rowls.
By Leprion's ancient walls, a fruitful stream.
Fast by the flow'ry bank the sons of Arcas,.
Fav'rites of Heav'n, with happy care protect
Their fleecy charge ;, and joyous drink her wave.
Thee, God, to Cnoffuş Neda brought : the nymphs
And Corybantes thee their facred charge
Receiv'd : Adraste rock'd thy golden cradle :
The goat, now bright amidst her fellow stars,
Kind Amalthea, reach'd her teat distent
With milk, thy early food : the fedulous bee
Distillid her honey on thy purple lips.
Around the fierce Curetes (order solemn To thy foreknowing mother !) trod tumultuous Their mylic dance, and clang'd their sounding arms Industrious with the warlike din to quell Thy infant cries, and mock the ear of Saturn. Swift growth and wond'rous grace, O beav'nly Joves, Waited thy blooming years : inventive wit, And perfect judgment crown'd thy youthful act: That Saturn's fons receiv'd the threefold empire Of heav'n, of ocean, and deep hell beneath.
As the dark urn and chance of lot determin's,
Old poets mention, fabling. Things of moment
Well nigh equivalent and neighb'ring value
By lot are parted: but high Hear'n, thy share,
In equal balance laid 'gainst sea or hell,
Flings up the adverse scale, and shuns proportion.
Wherefore not chance, but pow'r, above thy brethren
Exalted thee, their king. When thy great will
Commands thy chariot forth ; impetuous strength,
And fiery swiftness wing the rapid wheels,
Incessant ; high the eagle flies before thee.
And oh ! as I and mine consult thy augur,
Grant thy glad omen ; let thy fav’rite rise:
Propitious, ever foaring from the right.
Thou to the lesser gods haft well assign'd
Their proper shares of pow'r : thy own, great Jovež
Boundless and universal, those who labour
The sweaty forge, who edge the crooked scythe,
Bend stubborn steel, and harden gleening armor,
Acknowledge Vulcan's aid. The early hunter
Blesses Diana's hand, who leads him fafe
O'er hanging cliffs ; who spreads his net successful,.
And guides the arrow through the panther's heart.
The foldier from successful camps returning,
With laurel wreath’d, and rich with hostile spoil,
Severs the bull to Mars. The skilful bard;
Striking the Thracian harp, invokes A pollo,
To make his hero and himself immortal.
Those, mighty Jove, mean time, thy glorious care,
Who model nations, publish laws, announce
Or life or death, and found or change the empire.
Man owns the pow'r of kings; and kings of Jove.
And as their actions tend subordinate To what thy will designs, thou giv'st the means Proportion'd to the work; thou feest impartial, How they those means employ. Each monarch rules His different realm, accountable to thee, Great ruler of the world : these only have To speak and be obey'd : to those are giv'n Allisant days to ripen the design ; To fome whole months ; revolving years to some : Others, ill-fated are condemn’d to toil Their tedious life, and mourn their purpose blafted With fruitless act, and impotence of council.
Hail! greatest son of Saturn, wise disposer Of ev'ry good : thy praise what man yet born Has fung? or who that may be born shall Ging ? Again, and often hail ! indulge our prayer, Great father ! grant us virtue, grant us wealth : For without virtue, wealth to man avails not; i And virtue without wealth exerts less pow'r, And less diffuses good. Then grant us, gracious, Virtue and wealth ; for both are of thy gift.
The second HYMN of CALLIMACHU S to
T TAH! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree,
And all the cavern shakes ! far off, far off, The man that is unhallow'd : for the God, The God approaches. Hark! he knocks; the gates Feel the glad impulse : and the sever'd bars Submillive clink against their brazen portals.