To Ceres and her daughter fair
Whose milk-white steeds the goddess bear,
Duly he pays each sacred rite, 176
Adoring Jove's Ætnæan might.
His name the song and sweet-toned lyre resound,
Oh! may no future age his happy state confound!
With willing mind may he receive 180
The hymn which in Agesias' praise I weave.
Since Fortune now the hero calls
To kindred Syracuse again,
Far from his own Stymphalian walls
That crown Arcadia's fleecy plain. 185
E'en thus amid the wintry tides,
Secure the rapid vessel rides,
If two firm anchors' grasp her bulk maintain. [1] 173
Still may the god exalt thy state
With either nation's prosperous fate; 190
And sceptred Amphitrite's lord,
Whose trident rules the stormy sea,
Through his own realm a path afford
From adverse winds and troubles free.
Adorning with sweet flowers my song, 195
To hail thy vessel as it speeds along. 180
- ↑ Compare Casimir, (Lyric, iv. 36, 27.)
"Fortius proram gemino revincit
Anchora morsu."
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