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To thundering earth's prophetic dome,

In the just centre placed, we come;

Where, guarded by the holy shade,

Apollo's golden grove contains

The treasure of the Pythian strains

Which there, Xenocrates, is laid

The bless'd Emmenidæ to crown,

And watery Acragas' renown.

This nor the wintry storm's array,

The roaring cloud's terrific host,

Nor winds and whirling sands convey,

Beneath the depths of ocean lost.

And thou, with countenance serenely bright,

To thy great sire shalt tell the pleasing tale.

Oh Thrasybulus! when in Crissa's vale,

Thy race ennobling, sped his chariot's flight.

Firmly thou hold'st the precept fair

Which erst they say with guardian care

Upon his mountain station wild

The son of Philyra impress'd

On Peleus' vigorous orphan child,

To reverence Jove, the chief of all the bless'd.

Lord of the thundering bolt and lightning's flame,

And through the term allow'd by heaven,

Such honour be to parents given

As may not rob them of their rightful claim.