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Go, and succeed: the rivals' aims despise;

       For never, never wicked man was wise.

       Blind they rejoice, though now, ev'n now they fall;

       Death hastes amain: one hour o'erwhelms them all!

       And lo, with speed we plough the watery way;

       My power shall guard thee, and my hand convey:

       The winged vessel studious I prepare,

       Through seas and realms companion of thy care.

       Thou to the court ascend: and to the shores

       (When night advances) bear the naval stores;

       Bread, that decaying man with strength supplies,

       And generous wine, which thoughtful sorrow flies.

       Meanwhile the mariners, by my command,

       Shall speed aboard, a valiant chosen band.

       Wide o'er the bay, by vessel vessel rides;

       The best I choose to waft then o'er the tides."

       She spoke: to his high dome the prince returns,

       And, as he moves, with royal anguish mourns.

       'Twas riot all, among the lawless train;

       Boar bled by boar, and goat by goat lay slain.

       Arrived, his hand the gay Antinous press'd,

       And thus deriding, with a smile address'd:

       "Grieve not, O daring prince! that noble heart;

       Ill suits gay youth the stern heroic part.

       Indulge the genial hour, unbend thy soul,

       Leave thought to age, and drain the flowing bowl.

       Studious to ease thy grief, our care provides

       The bark, to waft thee o'er the swelling tides."

       "Is this (returns the prince) for mirth a time?

       When lawless gluttons riot, mirth's a crime;

       The luscious wines, dishonour'd, lose their taste;

       The song is noise, and impious is the feast.

       Suffice it to have spent with swift decay

       The wealth of kings, and made my youth a prey.

       But now the wise instructions of the sage,

       And manly thoughts inspired by manly age,

       Teach me to seek redress for all my woe,

       Here, or in Pyle—in Pyle, or here, your foe.

       Deny your vessels, ye deny in vain:

       A private voyager I pass the main.

       Free breathe the winds, and free the billows flow;

       And where on earth I live, I live your foe."

       He spoke and frown'd, nor longer deign'd to stay,

       Sternly his hand withdrew, and strode away.

       Meantime, o'er all the dome, they quaff, they feast,

       Derisive taunts were spread from guest to guest,

       And each in jovial mood his mate address'd:

       "Tremble ye not, O friends, and coward fly,

       Doom'd by the stern Telemachus to die?

       To Pyle or Sparta to demand supplies,

       Big with revenge, the mighty warrior flies;

       Or comes from Ephyre with poisons fraught,

       And kills us all in one tremendous draught!"

       "Or who can say (his gamesome mate replies)

       But, while the danger of the deeps he tries

       He, like his sire, may sink deprived of breath,

       And punish us unkindly by his death?

       What mighty labours would he then create,

       To seize his treasures, and divide his state,

       The royal palace to the queen convey,

       Or him she blesses in the bridal day!"

       Meantime the lofty rooms the prince surveys,

       Where lay the treasures of the Ithacian race:

       Here ruddy brass and gold refulgent blazed;

       There polished chests embroider'd vestures graced;

       Here jars of oil breathed forth a rich perfume;

       There casks of wine in rows adorn'd the dome

       (Pure flavorous wine, by gods in bounty given

       And worthy to exalt the feasts of heaven).

       Untouch'd they stood, till, his long labours o'er,

       The great Ulysses reach'd his native shore.

       A double strength of bars secured the gates;

       Fast by the door the wise Euryclea waits;

       Euryclea, who great Ops! thy lineage shared,

       And watch'd all night, all day, a faithful guard.

       To whom the prince: "O thou whose guardian care

       Nursed the most wretched king that breathes the air;

       Untouch'd and sacred may these vessels stand,

       Till great Ulysses views his native land.

       But by thy care twelve urns of wine be fill'd;

       Next these in worth, and firm these urns be seal'd;

       And twice ten measures of the choicest flour

       Prepared, are yet descends the evening hour.

       For when the favouring shades of night arise,

       And peaceful slumbers close my mother's eyes,

       Me from our coast shall spreading sails convey,

       To seek Ulysses through the watery way."

       While yet he spoke, she fill'd the walls with cries,

       And tears ran trickling from her aged eyes.

       "O whither, whither flies my son (she cried)

       To realms; that rocks and roaring seas divide?

       In foreign lands thy father's days decay'd.

       And foreign lands contain the mighty dead.

       The watery way ill-fated if thou try,

       All, all must perish, and by fraud you die!

       Then stay, my, child! storms beat, and rolls the main,

       Oh, beat those storms, and roll the seas in vain!"

       "Far hence (replied the prince) thy fears be driven:

       Heaven calls me forth; these counsels are of Heaven.

       But, by the powers that hate the perjured, swear,

       To keep my voyage from the royal ear,

       Nor uncompell'd the dangerous truth betray,

       Till twice six times descends the lamp of day,

       Lest the sad tale a mother's life impair,

       And grief destroy what time awhile would spare."

       Thus he. The matron with uplifted eyes

       Attests the all-seeing sovereign of the skies.

       Then studious she prepares the choicest flour,

       The strength of wheat and wines an ample store.

       While to the rival train the prince returns,

       The martial goddess with impatience burns;

       Like thee, Telemachus, in voice and size,

       With speed divine from street to street she flies,

      

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