THE
FIRST
HYMN
OF
CALLIMACHUS
.
TO
JUPITER
.
While
we
to
Jove
select
the
holy
Victim
;
Whom
apter
shall
we
sing
,
than
Jove
himself
,
The
God
for
ever
Great
,
for
ever
King
;
Who
slew
the
Earth-born
Race
,
and
measures
Right
To
Heav'n's
great
Habitants
?
Dictæan
hear'st
Thou
More
joyful
,
or
Lycæan
,
long
Dispute
And
various
Thought
has
trac'd
.
On
Ida's
Mount
,
Or
Dicte
,
studious
of
his
Country's
Praise
,
The
Cretan
boasts
Thy
Natal
Place
:
but
oft
He
meets
Reproof
deserv'd
:
for
He
presumptuous
Has
built
a
Tomb
for
Thee
,
who
never
know'st
To
die
,
but
liv'st
the
same
To-day
and
Ever
.
Arcadian
therefore
be
Thy
Birth
:
Great
Rhea
Pregnant
to
high
Parrhasia's
Cliffs
retir'd
,
And
wild
Lycæus
,
black
with
shading
Pines
:
Holy
Retreat
!
Sithence
no
Female
hither
,
Conscious
of
Social
Love
and
Nature's
Rites
,
Must
dare
approach
,
from
the
inferior
Reptile
To
Woman
,
Form
Divine
.
There
the
blest
Parent
Ungirt
her
spacious
Bosom
,
and
discharg'd
The
pond'rous
Birth
:
She
sought
a
neighb'ring
Spring
,
To
wash
the
recent
Babe
:
In
vain
:
Arcadia
,
(
However
streamy
now
)
adust
and
dry
,
Deny'd
the
Goddess
Water
:
where
deep
Melas
,
And
rocky
Cratis
flow
,
the
Chariot
smoak'd
,
Obscure
with
rising
Dust
:
the
thirsty
Trav'ler
In
vain
requir'd
the
Current
,
then
imprison'd
In
subterranean
Caverns
:
Forests
grew
Upon
the
barren
Hollows
,
high
o'ershading
The
Haunts
of
Savage
Beasts
,
where
now
Iaon
,
And
Erimanth
incline
their
friendly
Urns
.
Thou
too
,
O
Earth
,
great
Rhea
said
,
bring
forth
;
And
short
shall
be
thy
Pangs
:
She
said
;
and
high
She
rear'd
her
Arm
,
and
with
her
Scepter
struck
The
yawning
Cliff
:
from
it's
disparted
Height
Adown
the
Mount
the
gushing
Torrent
ran
,
And
chear'd
the
Vallies
:
There
the
Heav'nly
Mother
Bath'd
,
mighty
King
,
Thy
tender
Limbs
:
She
wrapt
them
In
purple
Bands
:
She
gave
the
precious
Pledge
To
prudent
Neda
,
charging
her
to
guard
Thee
,
Careful
and
secret
:
Neda
of
the
Nymphs
That
tended
the
great
Birth
,
next
Philyre
And
Styx
,
the
eldest
.
Smiling
She
receiv'd
Thee
,
And
conscious
of
the
Grace
,
absolv'd
her
Trust
:
Not
unrewarded
;
since
the
River
bore
The
Fav'rite
Virgin's
Name
:
fair
Neda
rowls
By
Leprion's
ancient
Walls
,
a
fruitful
Stream
.
Fast
by
her
flow'ry
Bank
the
Sons
of
Arcas
,
Fav'rites
of
Heav'n
,
with
happy
Care
protect
Their
fleecy
Charge
;
and
joyous
drink
her
Wave
.
Thee
,
God
,
to
Cnossus
Neda
brought
:
the
Nymphs
And
Corybantes
Thee
their
sacred
Charge
Receiv'd
;
Adraste
rock'd
Thy
golden
Cradle
:
The
Goat
,
now
bright
amidst
her
fellow-Stars
,
Kind
Amalthea
,
reach'd
her
Tett
distent
With
Milk
,
Thy
early
Food
:
the
sedulous
Bee
Distill'd
her
Honey
on
Thy
purple
Lips
.
Around
,
the
fierce
Curetes
(
Order
solemn
To
thy
foreknowing
Mother
!
)
trod
tumultuous
Their
Mystic
Dance
,
and
clang'd
their
sounding
Arms
;
Industrious
with
the
warlike
Din
to
quell
Thy
Infant-Cries
,
and
mock
the
Ear
of
Saturn
.
Swift
Growth
and
wond'rous
Grace
,
O
heav'nly
Jove
,
Waited
Thy
blooming
Years
:
Inventive
Wit
,
And
perfect
Judgment
crown'd
Thy
youthful
Act
.
That
Saturn's
Sons
receiv'd
the
three-fold
Empire
Of
Heav'n
,
of
Ocean
,
and
deep
Hell
beneath
,
As
the
dark
Urn
and
Chance
of
Lot
determin'd
,
Old
Poets
mention
,
fabling
.
Things
of
Moment
Well
nigh
equivalent
and
neighb'ring
Value
By
Lot
are
parted
:
But
high
Heav'n
,
Thy
Share
,
In
equal
Balance
laid
'gainst
Sea
or
Hell
,
Flings
up
the
adverse
Scale
,
and
shuns
Proportion
.
Wherefore
not
Chance
,
but
Pow'r
,
above
Thy
Brethren
Exalted
Thee
,
their
King
.
When
Thy
great
Will
Commands
Thy
Chariot
forth
;
impetuous
Strength
,
And
fiery
Swiftness
wing
the
rapid
Wheels
,
Incessant
;
high
the
Eagle
flies
before
Thee
.
And
oh
!
as
I
and
mine
consult
Thy
Augur
,
Grant
the
glad
Omen
;
let
Thy
Fav'rite
rise
Propitious
,
ever
soaring
from
the
Right
.
Thou
to
the
lesser
Gods
hast
well
assign'd
Their
proper
Shares
of
Pow'r
;
Thy
own
,
great
Jove
,
Boundless
and
universal
.
Those
who
labor
The
sweaty
Forge
,
who
edge
the
crooked
Scythe
,
Bend
stubborn
Steel
,
and
harden
gleening
Armor
,
Acknowledge
Vulcan's
Aid
.
The
early
Hunter
Blesses
Diana's
Hand
,
who
leads
Him
safe
O'er
hanging
Cliffs
;
who
spreads
his
Net
successful
,
And
guides
the
Arrow
through
the
Panther's
Heart
.
The
Soldier
from
successful
Camps
returning
,
With
Laurel
wreath'd
,
and
rich
with
hostile
Spoil
,
Severs
the
Bull
to
Mars
.
The
skilful
Bard
,
Striking
the
Thracian
Harp
,
invokes
Apollo
,
To
make
his
Hero
and
Himself
Immortal
.
Those
,
mighty
Jove
,
mean
time
,
Thy
glorious
Care
,
Who
model
Nations
,
publish
Laws
,
announce
Or
Life
or
Death
,
and
found
or
change
the
Empire
.
Man
owns
the
Pow'r
of
Kings
;
and
Kings
of
Jove
.
And
as
their
Actions
tend
subordinate
To
what
Thy
Will
designs
,
Thou
giv'st
the
Means
Proportion'd
to
the
Work
;
Thou
see'st
impartial
,
How
They
those
Means
imploy
.
Each
Monarch
rules
His
different
Realm
,
accountable
to
Thee
,
Great
Ruler
of
the
World
:
These
only
have
To
speak
and
be
obey'd
;
to
Those
are
giv'n
Assistant
Days
to
ripen
the
Design
;
To
some
whole
Months
;
revolving
Years
to
some
:
Others
,
ill
fated
,
are
condemn'd
to
toil
Their
tedious
Life
,
and
mourn
their
Purpose
blasted
With
fruitless
Act
,
and
Impotence
of
Council
.
Hail
!
greatest
Son
of
Saturn
,
wise
Disposer
Of
ev'ry
Good
:
Thy
Praise
what
Man
yet
born
Has
sung
?
or
who
that
may
be
born
shall
sing
?
Again
,
and
often
hail
!
indulge
our
Prayer
,
Great
Father
!
grant
us
Virtue
,
grant
us
Wealth
:
For
without
Virtue
,
Wealth
to
Man
avails
not
;
And
Virtue
without
Wealth
exerts
less
Pow'r
,
And
less
diffuses
Good
.
Then
grant
us
,
Gracious
,
Virtue
,
and
Wealth
;
for
both
are
of
Thy
Gift
.