Hail! greatest son of Saturn, wise disposer Great father! grant us virtue, grant us wealth: 120 THE SECOND HYMN OF CALLIMACHUS. TO APOLLO. AH! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree, 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 Submissive clink against their brazen portals. Why do the Delian palms incline their boughs, Self-mov'd and hovering swans, their throats releas'd, : From native silence, carol sounds harmonious? Begin, young men, the hymn: let all your harps Break their inglorious silence; and the dance, 11 In mystic numbers trod, explain the music. But first by ardent prayer, and clear lustration, Purge the contagious spots of human weakness: Impure no mortal can behold Apollo. So may ye flourish, favour'd by the god, Silent Nature stands; And seas subside, obedient to the sound Of Iö, Iö Pean! nor dares Thetis Longer bewail her lov'd Achilles' death; For Phoebus was his foe. Nor must sad Niobe In fruitless sorrow persevere, or weep E'en through the Phrygian marble. Hapless mother! 20 Whose fondness could compare her mortal offspring To those which fair Latona bore to Jove. Iö! again repeat ye, Iö Pean! Against the deity 'tis hard to strive. He that resists the power of Ptolemy, 31 Resists the power of heaven, for power from heaven Various, and matter copious of your songs. Sublime at Jove's right hand Apollo sits, And thence distributes honour, gracious king, And theme of verse perpetual. From his robe Flows light ineffable: his harp, his quiver, And Lictian bow are gold: with golden sandals His feet are shod; how rich! how beautiful! 40 49 Beneath his steps the yellow mineral rises; The spear-man's arm by thee, great God, directed, 59 Sithence the cow Produc'd an ampler store of milk; the she-goat Not without pain dragg'd her distended udder; And ewes, that erst brought forth but single lambs, Now dropp'd their twofold burthens. cattle, Blest the On which Apollo cast his favouring eye! But Phoebus, thou to man beneficent, Delight'st in building cities. Bright Diana, Kind sister to thy infant-deity, New-wean'd, and just arising from the cradle, Brought hunted wild goats' heads, and branching antlers 70 Of stags, the fruit and honour of her toil. Thou showd'st, where towers or battlements should rise; Where gates should open; or where walls should compass: While from thy childish pastime man received Of future kings, and favour of the god, 90 Or Boedromian hear'st thou pleas'd, or Clarian, Phoebus, great king? for different are thy names, As thy kind hand has founded many cities, Or dealt benign thy various gifts to man. Carnean let me call thee! for my country Calls thee Carnean! the fair colony Thrice by thy gracious guidance was transported, Ere settled in Cyrene; there w' appointed Thy annual feasts, kind god, and bless thy altars Smoking with hecatombs of slaughter'd bulls; As Carnus, thy high-priest and favour'd friend, Had erst ordain'd; and with mysterious rites, Our great forefathers taught their sons to worship. Iö Carnean Phoebus! Iö Pean! The yellow crocus there, and fair narcissus Reserve the honours of their winter-store, To deck thy temple; till returning spring Diffuses nature's various pride; and flowers Innumerable, by the soft south-west Open'd, and gather'd by religious hands, Rebound their sweets from th' odoriferous pave ment. Perpetual fires shine hallow'd on thy altars, 100 The dance, with clanging swords and shields they beat The dreadful measure: in the chorus join 110 Their women, brown but beautiful: such rites Another, and another dart; the people Elance the dart, Apollo: for the safety 121 130 And health of man, gracious thy mother bore thee. Like thee I am a power immortal; therefore To a small rivulet I prefer. Apollo Spurn'd Envy with his foot; and thus the god : Dæmon, the head-long current of Euphrates, Assyrian river, copious runs, but muddy, 140 |