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Swift roll the wheels ! from Delphos home Arcadia's car-borne chief is come;

But, ah, how changed his eye !~ His wrath is sunk, and past his pride, " Where is Evande's babe,' he cried,

• Child of the deity ?
'T was thus the augur god replied,
Nor strove his noble seed to hide ;
And to his favored boy, beside,

The gist of prophecy,
And power beyond the sons of men
The secret things of fate to ken,

His blessing will supply.'

But, vainly, from his liegemen round,

He sought the noble child ;
Who, naked on the grassy ground,

And nurtured in the wild,
Was moistened with the sparkling dew

Beneath his hawthorn bower;
Where morn her watery radiance threw,
Now golden bright, now deeply blue,

Upon the violet flower.

From that dark bed of breathing bloom

His mother gave his name ;
And Iamus, through years to come,

Will live in lasting fame;
Who when the blossom of his days,

Had ripened on the tree,
From forth the brink where Alpheus strays,
Invoked the god whose sceptre sways

The hoarse resounding sea ;
And, whom the Delian isle obeys,

The archer deity.
Alone amid the nightly shade,
Beneath the naked heaven he prayed,
And sire and grandsire called to aid ;
When lo, a voice that loud and dread

Burst from the horizon free;
• Hither,' it spake,' to Pisa's shore,
My voice, O son, shall go before,

Beloved, follow me.'

So in the visions of his sire, he went

Where Cronium's scarred and barren brow
Was red with morning's earliest glow,
Though darkness wrapt the nether element.

There, in a lone and craggy dell,
A double spirit on him fell,
Th' unlying voice of birds to tell,
And, (when Alcmena's son should found
The holy games in Elis crowned,)
By Jove's high altar evermore to dwell,

Prophet and priest!--From him descend
The fathers of our valiant friend,
Wealthy alike and just and wise,
Who trod the plain and open way;
And who is he that dare despise
With galling taunt the Cronian prize,
Or their illustrious toil gainsay,
Whose chariots whirling twelve times round
With burning wheels the Olympian ground,
Have gilt their brow with glory's ray ?
For, not the steams of sacrifice
From cool Cyllene's height of snow,
Nor vainly from thy kindred rise
The heaven-appeasing litanies
To Hermes, who, to men below,
Or gives the garland or denies:-
By whose high aid, Agesias, know,
And his, the thunderer of the skies,
The olive wreath hath bound thy brow.

A rcadian! Yes, a warmer zeal
Shall whet my tongue thy praise to tell.
I feel the sympathetic flame
of kindred love ;-a Theban I,
Whose parent nymph from Arcady
(Metope's daughter, Thebe) came.
Dear fountain goddess, warrior maid,

By whose pure rills my youth hath played;
Who now assembled Greece among,
To car-borne chiefs and warriors strong,
Have wove the many-colored song.
Then, minstrel, bid thy chorus rise
To Juno, queen of deities,
Parthenian lady of the skies,
For, live there yet who dare defame
With sordid mirth our country's name,
Who tax with scorn our ancient line,
And call the brave Bæotians swine ?-
Yet, Æneas, sure thy numbers high
May charm this brutish enmity ;
Dear herald of the holy muse,
And teeming with Parnassian dews,

Cup of untasted harmony,
That strain once more.-The chorus raise
To Syracusa's wealthy praise,
And his the lord whose happy reign
Controls Trincria's ample plain,

Hiero, the just, the wise,
Whose steamy offerings rise
To Jove, to Ceres, and that darling maid,
Whom, rapt in chariot bright,

And horses silver-white,
Down to his dusky bower the lord of hell con-


Oft hath he heard the muses' string resound
His honored name; and may his latter days,
With wealth and worth, and minstrel garlands

Mark with no envious ear a subject praise,
Who now from fair Arcadia's forest wide
To Syracusa, homeward, from his home
Returns, a common care, a common pride,
(And, whoso darkling braves the ocean foam,
May safeliest moored with twofold anchor ride,)
Arcadia, Sicily, on either side
Guard him with prayer; and thou who rulest

the deep,
Fair Amphitrite's lord, in safety keep
His tossing keel,--and evermore to me
No meaner theme assign of poesy.

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