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Rh TO FATHER KRONOS.

thee, Kronos! On with clattering trot! Down hill goeth thy path; Loathsome dizziness ever, When thou delayest, assails me. Quick, rattle along, Over stock and stone let thy trot Into life straightway lead!

Now once more Up the toilsome ascent Hasten, panting for breath! Up, then, nor idle be,— Striving and hoping, up, up!

Wide, high, glorious the view Gazing round upon life. While from mount unto mount Hovers the spirit eterne, Life eternal foreboding.

Sideways a roof's pleasant shade Attracts thee, And a look that promises coolness On the maidenly threshold. There refresh thee! And, maiden, Give me this foaming draught also, Give me this health-laden look!