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248 Versed in these arts, the hour of fate

Will Cleonicus' offspring wait,

Patient till hoary age shall come,

The guide to Pluto's dreary home;

While Clotho on her lofty seat,

And her dread sisters, I entreat

The friendly hero's life to bless,

And crown his wishes with success.

Æacidæ, who shine afar,

Refulgent in your golden car,

The plain injunction I declare

When to this isle my steps repair,

To sprinkle her illustrious name

With dews of honourable fame:

Since in long line a thousand ways

Extends his fair deeds' ample praise;

Beyond where Nilus' waters flow,

Or realms of Hyperborean snow.

Nor can a city e'er be found

So rude and barbarous of tongue

Where Peleus' glory is not sung,

Whom in bless'd filial ties th' immortals bound;

Where Telamonian Ajax' name

And his great sire excites no fame.

Whom led, in brazen armour dight,

With his Tirynthians to the fight,

Of Troy the bold and prompt ally,

(That heroes' scourge, whose valiant host

Laomedon by treach'ry lost,)

In ships Alcmena's progeny.

With him the citadel o'erthrew,

And the vast Coan nations slew,

And him who fed his fleecy train

Like some huge mount on Phlegra's plain,

Alcyoneus—nor spared the foe

The string of his deep-twanging bow,