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TRANSLATIONS.
But if, my soul, with fond desire 5
To sing of games thou dost aspire,
As thou by day can'st not descry,
Through all the liquid waste of sky,
One burnish'd star, that like the sun does glow,
And cherish every thing below, 10
So, my sweet soul, no toil divine,
In song, does like the Olympian shine:
Hence do the mighty poets raise
A hymn, of every tongue the praise,
The son of Saturn to resound, 15
When far, from every land, they come
To visit Hiero's regal dome,
Where peace, where plenty, is for ever found:
To sing of games thou dost aspire,
As thou by day can'st not descry,
Through all the liquid waste of sky,
One burnish'd star, that like the sun does glow,
And cherish every thing below, 10
So, my sweet soul, no toil divine,
In song, does like the Olympian shine:
Hence do the mighty poets raise
A hymn, of every tongue the praise,
The son of Saturn to resound, 15
When far, from every land, they come
To visit Hiero's regal dome,
Where peace, where plenty, is for ever found:
ANTISTROPHE I.Measures 18.
Lord of Sicilia's fleecy plains,
He governs, righteous in his power, 20
And, all excelling while he reigns,
From every lovely virtue crops the flower:
In musick, blossom of delight,
Divinely skill'd, he cheers the night,
As we are wont, when friends design 25
To feast and wanton o'er their wine:
He governs, righteous in his power, 20
And, all excelling while he reigns,
From every lovely virtue crops the flower:
In musick, blossom of delight,
Divinely skill'd, he cheers the night,
As we are wont, when friends design 25
To feast and wanton o'er their wine:
But
