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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 fighs, Which, spight of wisdom, from our weaknefs rise. 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 fide if thou the prospect take ; Grant all forgot beyond black Lethe's lake : In total death suppose the mortal lie, Ne new hereafter, nor a future lky : 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 hast thou ought to spare To sad reflection, and corroding care ? The moments 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 erst ; nor can by fate's decree Be now cut off, betwixt the grave and thee.
The first HYMN of CALLIMACHU S
HILE we to Jove select the holy victim,
Whom apter shall we fing, than Jove himself, The god for ever great, for ever king ;
Who flew the earth-born race, and measures right
To hear'n's great habitants ? Dictaean hearest thou
More joyful, or Lycaean, long dispute
And various thought has trac'd.
On Ida mounty
Or Diete, studious of his country's praise,
The Cretan boasts thy natal place : but oft
He meets reproof deserv'd: 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 Parrhalia's cliffs retird,
And wild Lycaeus, black with shading pines ;-
Holy retreat! Sithence no female hither,
Conscious of focial love and nature's rites,
Must dare approach, from the inferior reptile
To woman, form divine. There the blest.parent
Ungirt her spacious bosom, and discharg’d [fpring
The pond'rous birth : the sought 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 rifing duft : the thirsty trav'ler
In vain requir'd the current, then imprison'd
In subterraneous caverns: forests grew
Upon the barren hollows, high o'erlhading
The haunts of savage beasts, where now laon,
And Erimanth incline their friendly urns.
Thou too, O earth, great Rhea faid, bring forth;; And short shall be thy pangs : she said; and high She rear'd her arm, and with her fceptre struck The yawning cliff: from its disparted height:
Adown the mount the gushing torrent ran;
And cheard the valleys : there the heav'nly mother
Bach'd, mighty king, thy tepder limbs: fhe wrapt them
In purple bands : she gave the precious pledge
To prudent Neda, charging her to guard theey.
Careful and secret: Neda of the nymphs
That tended the great birth, next Philyre
And Styx, the eldest. Smiling she receiv'd thee
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 fons of Arcas,
Fav'rites of Heav'n, with happy care protect
Their fleecy charge ;, and joyous drink her wave.
Thee, God, to Cnofsus Neda brought : the nymphs
And Corybantes thee their sacred charge
Receiv'd: Adraste rock'd thy golden cradle :
The goat, now bright amidst her fellow stars,
Kind Amalthea, reach'd her teat diftent
With milk, thy early food : the fedulous bee
Distill'd her honey on thy purple lips.
Around the fierce Curetes (order folemn
To thy foreknowing mother!) trod tumultuous
Their mystic 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 bearinly 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'd,
Old poets mention, fabling. Things of moment
Well nigh equivalent and neighb’ring value
By lot are parted: but high Heav'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 leffer gods haft well afsign'd
Their proper shares of pow'r : thy own, great Jovej
Boundless and universal, those who labour
The sweaty forge, who edge the crooked fcythe,
Bend stubborn steel, and harden gleening armor,
Acknowledge Vulcan's aid. The early hunter
Blesses Diana's hand, who leads him safe
O'er banging cliffs ; who fpreads 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 bis 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
Affitant days to ripen the design ;
To some whole months ; revolving years to some :
Others, ill-fated are condemn'd to toil
Their tedious life, and mourn their purpose blasted
With fruitless act, and impotence of council.
Hail! greatest son of Saturn, wife disposer
Of ev'ry good : thy praise what man yet born
Has sung ? or who that may be born shall ling?
Again, and often hail ! indulge our prayer,
Great father ! grant us virtue, grant us wealth :
For without virtue, wealth to man avails not ;
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 CALLIMACHUS to
AH! 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.