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TRANSLATIONS.
But let me now the rider raise,
And crown him with Æolian lays, 180
The victor's due: and I confide,
Though every welcome guest were try'd,
Not one, in all the concourse, would be found
For fairest knowledge more renown'd,
Nor yet a master more to twine, 185
In lasting hymns, each wreathing line.
The guardian god, who watchful guides
Thy fortunes, Hiero, presides
O'er all thy cares with anxious pow'r:
And soon, if he does not deny 190
His needful aid, my hopes run high
To sing more pleasing, in the joyful hour,
And crown him with Æolian lays, 180
The victor's due: and I confide,
Though every welcome guest were try'd,
Not one, in all the concourse, would be found
For fairest knowledge more renown'd,
Nor yet a master more to twine, 185
In lasting hymns, each wreathing line.
The guardian god, who watchful guides
Thy fortunes, Hiero, presides
O'er all thy cares with anxious pow'r:
And soon, if he does not deny 190
His needful aid, my hopes run high
To sing more pleasing, in the joyful hour,
EPODE IV.Measures 16.
On thy chariot, triumphant when thou shalt appear,
And fly o'er the course with a rapid career,
Tracing paths of language fair, 195
As I to Cronion's sunny mount repair.
Even now the muse prepares to raise,
Her growth, the strongest dart of praise,
For me to wield. Approv'd in other things,
Do others rise, conspicuous: only Kings, 200
And fly o'er the course with a rapid career,
Tracing paths of language fair, 195
As I to Cronion's sunny mount repair.
Even now the muse prepares to raise,
Her growth, the strongest dart of praise,
For me to wield. Approv'd in other things,
Do others rise, conspicuous: only Kings, 200
High
