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 Th' immortal sire, who darts the thunder, sat, The crown and sceptre added solemn state; The crown, of heaven's own pearls, whose ardent rays, Flam'd round his brows, outshone the diamond's blaze: His breath such gales of vital fragrance shed, As might, with sudden life, inspire the dead: Supreme controul throned in his awful eyes Appear'd, and mark'd the monarch of the skies. On seats that burn'd with pearl and ruddy gold, The subject gods their sovereign lord enfold, Each in his rank, when with a voice that shook The towers of heaven the world's dread ruler spoke:—


 * Immortal heirs of light, my purpose hear,

My counsels ponder, and the Fates revere: Unless Oblivion o'er your minds has thrown Her dark blank shades, to you, ye Gods, are known The Fate's decree, and ancient warlike fame Of that bold race which boasts of Lusus' name; That bold advent'rous race, the Fates declare, A potent empire in the east shall rear, Surpassing Babel's or the Persian fame, Proud Grecia's boast, or Rome's illustrious name. Oft from these brilliant seats have you beheld The sons of Lusus on the dusty field, Though few, triumphant o'er the numerous Moors, Till, from the beauteous lawns on Tago's shores They drove the cruel foe. And oft has heaven Before their troops the proud Castilians driven; While