HOMER'S HYMN TO THE SUN.
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Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition;dated 1818.] Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once moreTo the bright Sun, thy hymn of music pour;Whom to the child of star-clad Heaven and EarthEuryphaessa, large-eyed nymph, brought forth;Euryphaessa, the famed sister fair _5Of great Hyperion, who to him did bearA race of loveliest children; the young Morn,Whose arms are like twin roses newly born,The fair-haired Moon, and the immortal Sun,Who borne by heavenly steeds his race doth run _10Unconquerably, illuming the abodesOf mortal Men and the eternal Gods. Fiercely look forth his awe-inspiring eyes,Beneath his golden helmet, whence ariseAnd are shot forth afar, clear beams of light; _15His countenance, with radiant glory bright,Beneath his graceful locks far shines around,And the light vest with which his limbs are bound,Of woof aethereal delicately twined,Glows in the stream of the uplifting wind. _20His rapid steeds soon bear him to the West;Where their steep flight his hands divine arrest,And the fleet car with yoke of gold, which heSends from bright Heaven beneath the shadowy sea. *** HOMER'S HYMN TO THE EARTH: MOTHER OF ALL. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition;dated 1818.] O universal Mother, who dost keepFrom everlasting thy foundations deep,Eldest of things, Great Earth, I sing of thee!All shapes that have their dwelling in the sea,All things that fly, or on the ground divine _5Live, move, and there are nourished--these are thine;These from thy wealth thou dost sustain; from theeFair babes are born, and fruits on every treeHang ripe and large, revered Divinity! The life of mortal men beneath thy sway _10Is held; thy power both gives and takes away!Happy are they whom thy mild favours nourish;All things unstinted round them grow and flourish.For them, endures the life-sustaining fieldIts load of harvest, and their cattle yield _15Large increase, and their house with wealth is filled.Such honoured dwell in cities fair and free,The homes of lovely women, prosperously;Their sons exult in youth's new budding gladness,And their fresh daughters free from care or sadness, _20With bloom-inwoven dance and happy song,On the soft flowers the meadow-grass among,Leap round them sporting--such delights by theeAre given, rich Power, revered Divinity. Mother of gods, thou Wife of starry Heaven, _25Farewell! be thou propitious, and be givenA happy life for this brief melody,Nor thou nor other songs shall unremembered be. ***
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