The Soldier from fuccefsful Camps returning,
With Laurel wreath'd, and rich with hoftile Spoil,
Severs the Bull to MARS. The skilful Bard,
Striking the THRACIAN Harp, invokes APOLLO,
To make his Hero and Himself Immortal.

Those, mighty Jove, mean time, Thy glorious Care,
Who model Nations, publifh Laws, anounce
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 fubordinate

To what Thy Will designs, Thou giv'ft the Means
Proportion'd to the Work; Thou see'ft impartial,
How They those Means imploy. Each Monarch rules
His different Realm, accountable to Thee,

Great Ruler of the World: Thefe only have
To speak and be obey'd; to Those are giv'n
Affiftant Days to ripen the Design ;

To some whole Months; revolving Years to fome:
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 Difpofer
Of ev'ry Good: Thy Praise what Man yet born
Has fung? or who that may be born fhall fing?
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 lefs Pow'r,

And

And lefs diffufes Good. Then grant us, Gracious,
Virtue, and Wealth; for both are of Thy Gift.

HAH! 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 Impulse: and the fever'd Bars Submiffive clink against their brazen Portals. Why do the DELIAN Palms incline their Boughs, Self-mov'd: and hov'ring 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, In mystic Numbers trod, explain the Mufic. But first by ardent Pray'r, and clear Luftration Purge the contagious Spots of Human Weakness:

Impure

Impure no Mortal can behold APOLLO.
So may Ye flourish, favor'd by the God,
In Youth with happy Nuptials, and in Age
With filver Hairs, and fair Defcent of Children;
So lay Foundations for afpiring Cities,

And bless your spreading Colonies Encrease.

Pay facred Rev'rence to APOLLO's Song;
Left wrathful the far-fhooting God emitt
His fatal Arrows. Silent Nature ftands;
And Seas fubfide, obedient to the Sound
Of Io, IO PEAN! nor dares THETIS
Longer bewail Her lov'd ACHILLES' Death:
For PHOEBUS was his Foe. Nor muft fad NIOBB
In fruitless Sorrow perfevere, or weep

Ev'n thro' the PHRYGIAN Marble. Hapless Mother!
Whose Fondness cou'd compare her Mortal Off-fpring
To those which fair LATONA bore to JOVE.
Io! again repeat Ye, Io PEAN!

Against the Deity 'tis hard to ftrive.

He that refifts the Power of PTOLEMY,

Refifts the Pow'r of Heav'n: for Pow'r from Heav'n
Derives; and Monarchs rule by Gods appointed.

Recite APOLLO's Praife, 'till Night draws on,
The Ditty still unfinish'd; and the Day
Unequal to the Godhead's Attributes
Various, and Matter copious of your Songs.

Sublime

Sublime at JOVE's right Hand APOLLO fits, And thence diftributes Honor, gracious King, And Theme of Verfe perpetual. From his Robe Flows Light ineffable: his Harp, his Quiver,

And LICTIAN Bow are Gold: with golden Sandals His Feet are fhod; how rich! how beautiful!

Beneath his Steps the yellow Min'ral rises;

And Earth reveals her Treasures. Youth and Beauty Eternal deck his Cheek: from his fair Head Perfumes diftill their Sweets; and chearful HEALTH, His dutious Handmaid, thro' the Air improv'd, With lavish Hand diffufes Scents Ambrofial.

The Spear-man's Arm by Thee, great God, directed, Sends forth a certain Wound. The Laurel'd Bard, Infpir'd by Thee, compofes Verfe Immortal. Taught by thy Art Divine, the fage Physician Eludes the Urn; and chains, or exiles Death.

Thee NOMIAN We adore; for that from Heav'n Defcending, Thou on fair AMPHRYS US' Banks Did'st guard ADMETUS' Herds. Sithence the Cow Produc'd an ampler Store of Milk; the She-Goat Not without Pain dragg'd her diftended Udder; And Ewes, that erft brought forth but fingle Lambs, Now drop'd their Two-fold Burdens. Bleft the Cattle, On which APOLLO caft his fav'ring 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 arifing from the Cradle,
Brought hunted wild Goats-Heads, and branching Aptlers
Of Stags, The Fruit and Honor of her Toil.
These with difcerning Hand Thou knew'ft to range,
(Young as Thou waft) and in the well-fram'd Models,
With Emblematic Skill, and mystic Order,

Thou fhew'dft, where Towers, or Battlements fhould rife;
Where Gates fhould open; or where Walls fhould compass:
While from thy childifh Paftime Man receiv'd
The future Strength, and Ornament of Nations.

BATTUS, our great Progenitor, now touch'd
The LYBIAN Strand; when the fore-boding Crow
Flew on the Right before the People, marking
The Country deftin'd the aufpicious Seat

Of future Kings, and Favor of the God,

Whofe Oath is fure, and Promife ftands Eternal.

Or BOEDROMIAN hear'ft Thou pleas'd, or CLARIAN,
PHOEBUS, great King? for diff'rent 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,
E'er fettl'd in CYRENE; there W'appointed
Thy annual Feafts, kind God, and bless thy Altars
Smoaking with Hecatombs of flaughter'd Bulls;
AS CARNUS, thy High-Prieft, and favor'd Friend,
Had er'ft ordain'd; and with mysterious Rites,

Our