Sang merrily, greeting the eve and the morn. I hated his mirth-'twas too much to be borne To see him so merry both early and late. I had sworn the deadly oath of hate,
And his note must be changed or I forsworn. So the next time that his net he dragg'd, With a golden burden the full net swagg'd. "Tis down on the nail the yellow ones glimmer; He gloats till his peepers wax dimmer and dimmer. He hugg'd the bright devil, he lugg'd it along, And there was an end of his mirth and his song; And then he lived like the Prodigal Son,
And he gave to his lust dominion.
But Mammon, the rogue, he soon was gone,- He fled with a lusty pinion.
"Twas faery gold, and he thought " All 's well;" He knew not-the fool!-'twas the loan of hell. And all was spent, and grim Want came; Away slunk the lads of the revel.
Grace cast off him, and he cast off shame, And he gave himself up to the Devil. And he served the fiend with hand and will, And he went to and fro to pillage and kill. I chanced to pass this very day Where on the gold he lighted:
On the bare beach I found him howling away,
With wan looks scathed and blighted.
And hark what said the hope-lorn elf:
False witch, false ocean's daughter,
Thou gavest me gold,-thou shalt have myself!" So plunged in the salt water.
OBTUTU gelida ora premit, lætusque per artus sensit manifesto numine ductos
Affore, quos nexis ambagibus augur Apollo Fortendi generos, vultu fallente ferarum, Ediderat. Tunc sic tendens ad sidera palmas: Nox, quæ terrarum cœlique amplexa labores Ignea multivago transmittis sidera lapsu, Indulgens reparare animum, dum proximus ægris Infundat Titan agiles animantibus ortus, Tu mihi perplexis quæsitam erroribus ultro Advehis alma fidem, veterisque exordia fati Detegis adsistas operi, tuaque omina firmes Semper honoratam dimensis orbibus anni Te domus ista colet: nigri tibi, diva, litabunt Electa cervice greges, lustraliaque exta Lacte novo perfusus edet Vulcanius ignis. Salve, prisca fides tripodum, obscurique recessus. Deprendi, Fortuna, deos.
His chilly lips hard closing at the sight,
His every member grueing with delight,
At once by tokens manifest he spies
That they are here, whom quaintly twisted plies
And knots and labyrinths of oracular saw, Inspired by Phoebus, named his sons-in-law,
In form of beasts foreshown. With palms outspread Towards the sky, in awful accent said
The king illumined: Thou, whose compass
And universal empire dost contain
Both heaven and earth and all their woe and pain ;
Night, that transmittest stellar influence With manifold illapse to heal the sense Of weary mortals by a kind renewing, Till Titan bid them to be up and doing: At last in happy hour thou bring'st to me The truth long sought in sore perplexity,— Reveal'st the principles of Destiny.
Aid but the work, and make the omen sure, From age to age thy rites shall still endure. Yon house shall honour thee, O reverend Night! With sable victims and drink-offerings white Of purest milk. The hallow'd flame shall sup The liquid gifts and eat the entrails up. Hail secret place, all hail thou seat divine, Mysterious symbol of the dreadful Trine !
PEAN OF ARIPHOON THE SICYONIAN.
Υγιεια πρεσβιστη Μακαρον.
HOLIEST and first of all the happy powers, Sacred Hygeia! let me dwell with thee— For all the remnant of my living hours, Come thou, benign, and share my home with me; For if there be or good or grace
In riches, offering, or high place Of godlike empery or delight,
Which, in the hidden nets of Aphrodite, We would inveigle-aught at all
That from the gods poor man obtains To soothe him in his toils and pains,-
Blest Hygeia! at thy call
Blossoms every pleasant thing:
With thee the Graces spend their spring ;
But without thee
No living thing can happy be.
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