That Saturn's fons receiv'd the three-fold empire Flings up the adverse scale, and fhuns proportion. Thou to the leffer Gods haft well affign'd The fweaty forge, who edge the crooked scythe, Q'er hanging cliffs; who spreads his net fuccessful, To 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. To what thy will defigns, thou giv'ft the means To fome whole months; revolving years to fome: Their tedious life, and mourn their purpose blafted Hail! greatest fon of Saturn, wife disposer The Second HYMN of CALLIMACHUS To A POLL O.. HA! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree, And all the cavern fhakes! far off, far off, The man that is unhallow'd: for the God, The God approaches. Hark! he knocks; the gates Feel the glad impulfe: and the fever'd bars Submiffive clink against their brazen portals. Why do the Delian palms incline their boughs, Self-mov'd and hovering fwans, their throats releas'd From native filence, carol founds harmonious? Begin, young men, the hymn: let all your harps Break their inglorious filence; and the dance, In myftic numbers trod, explain the mufic. But first, by ardent prayer, and clear luftration, Purge the contagious fpots of human weakness : Impure no mortal can behold Apollo. So may ye flourish, favour'd by the God, In youth with happy nuptials; and in age With filver hair, and fair deféent of children! So lay foundations for afpiring cities, And blefs your fpreading colonies increafe! Pay facred reverence to Apollo's fong; Left wrathful the far-fhooting God emit His fatal arrows. Silent Nature ftands; And feas fubfide, obedient to the found Of Iö, Iö Pean! nor dares Thetis Longer Longer bewail her lov'd Achilles' death: For Phoebus was his foe. Nor muft fad Niobe In fruitless forrow perfevere, or weep Ev'n through the Phrygian marble. Haplefs mother! Whofe fondnefs could compare her mortal offspring To those which fair Latona bore to Jove. Iö! again repeat ye, lö Pean! Againft the Deity 'tis hard to ftrive. He, that refifts the power of Ptolemy, Refifts the power of heaven: for power from heaven Recite Apollo's praife, till night draws on, Beneath his steps the yellow mineral rifes ; And earth reveals her treafures. Youth and beauty The fpearman's arm by thee, great God, directed, Sends forth a certain wound. The laurel'd bard, Infpir'd by thee, compofes verfo immortal. Taught by thy art divine, the fage phyfician Eludes the urn; and chains or exiles death. Thee, Nomian, we adore; for that, from Heaven Defcending, thou on fair Amphryfus' banks Didft guard Admetus' herds. Sithence the cow Produc'd an ampler ftore of milk; the fhe-goat Not without pain dragg'd her diftended udder; And ewes, that erft brought forth but fingle lambs, Now dropp'd their two-fold burthens. Bleft the cattle, On which Apollo caft his favouring cye! But, Phoebus, thou to man beneficent, New-wean'd, and juft arifing from the cradle, Thefe with difcerning hand thou knew'ft to range Thou fhew'ft, where towers or battlements fhould rise; Where gates fhould open; or where walls fhould compaís: While from thy childish paftime man receiv'd Or |