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Rh To Ceres and her daughter fair

Whose milk-white steeds the goddess bear,

Duly he pays each sacred rite,

Adoring Jove's Ætnæan might.

His name the song and sweet-toned lyre resound,

Oh! may no future age his happy state confound!

With willing mind may he receive

The hymn which in Agesias' praise I weave.

Since Fortune now the hero calls

To kindred Syracuse again,

Far from his own Stymphalian walls

That crown Arcadia's fleecy plain.

E'en thus amid the wintry tides,

Secure the rapid vessel rides,

If two firm anchors' grasp her bulk maintain.

Still may the god exalt thy state

With either nation's prosperous fate;

And sceptred Amphitrite's lord,

Whose trident rules the stormy sea,

Through his own realm a path afford

From adverse winds and troubles free.

Adorning with sweet flowers my song,

To hail thy vessel as it speeds along.