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Here, in a shrine that cast a dazzling light, Sate, fix’d in thought, the mighty STAGYRITE; His sacred head a radiant zodiac crown’d, And various animals his sides surround; His piercing eyes, erect, appear to view Superior worlds, and look all Nature through.
With equal rays immortal TULLY shone ; The Roman rostra deck'd the consul's throne: Gath’ring his flowing robe, he seem’d to stand In act to speak, and graceful stretch'd his hand. Behind, Rome's Genius waits with civic crowns, And the great Father of his Country owns.
These massy columns in a circle rise, O’er which a pompous dome invades the skies: Scarce to the top I stretch'd my aching sight, So large it spread, and swelld to such a height. Full in the midst, proud Fame's imperial seat With jewels blaz’d, magnificently great: The vivid em'ralds there revive the eye, The flaming rubies show their sanguine dye,
Bright azure rays from lively sapphires stream,
ears. Beneath, in order rang'd, the tuneful Nine (Her virgin handmaids) still attend the shrine;
With eyes on Fame for ever fix'd, they sing;
string: With Time's first birth began the heav'nly
lays, And last eternal through the length of days.
Around these wonders as I caşt a look, The trumpet sounded, and the Temple shook.; , And all the nations, summon’d at the call, From diff'rent quarters fill the crowded hall: Of various tongues the mingled sounds were
heard; In various garbs promiscuous throngs appear’d.; Thick as the bees, that with the spring renew Their flow'ry toils, and sip the fragrant dew, When the wing?d colonies first tempt the sky, O'er dusky fields and shaded waters fly, Or settling seize the sweets the blossoms yield, And a low murmur runs along the field. Millions of suppliant crowds, the shrine attend, And all degrees before the Goddess bend;
The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the sage,
First at the shrine the Learned World appear, And to the Goddess thus prefer their pray'r: “ Long have we sought ť instruct and please
The Goddess heard, and bade the Muses raise The golden trumpet of eternal praise:
From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound,
Next these the Good and Just, an awful train, Thus on their knees address the sacred fane: “ Since living virtue is with envy curs’d, And the best men are treated like the worst, Do thou, just Goddess, call our merits forth, And give each deed th’ exact intrinsic worth.??-“ Not with bare justice shall your acts be crown'd,
(Said Fame)," but high above desert renown’d: · Let fuller notes th’applauding world amaze,
And the loud clarion labour in your praise."