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212 That leading his embattled might

From farthest morning star!

Nay, children, nay, your hate unlearn,

Nor 'gainst your country's vitals turn

The valour of her sons:

And thou, do thou the first refrain;

Cast down thy weapons on the plain,

Thou, born of Jove's Olympian strain,

In whom my lifeblood runs!

One, victor in Corinthian war,

Up Capitol shall drive his car,

Proud of Achæans slain:

And one Mycenæ shall o'erthrow,

The city of the Atridan foe.

And e'en Æacides destroy,

Achilles' long-descended boy,

In vengeance for his sires of Troy,

And Pallas' plundered fane.

Who, mighty Cato, Cossus, who

Would keep your names concealed?

The Gracchi, and the Scipios two,

The levins of the field,

Serranus, o'er his furrow bowed,

Or thee, Fabricius, poor yet proud?

Ye Fabii, must your actions done

The speed of panting praise outrun?

Our greatest thou, whose wise delay

Restores the fortune of the day.

Others, I ween, with happier grace

From bronze or stone shall call the face,

Plead doubtful causes, map the skies,

And tell when planets set or rise:

But ye, my Romans, still control

The nations far and wide: