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Soon at the feet of their mistress are kneeling,
Filled with emotion, the rapturous throng;
Into humanity’s earliest feeling
Melt their rude spirits, untutored and strong.
Each bloody weapon behind them they leave,
Rays on their senses beclouded soon shine,
And from the mouth of the queen they receive,
Gladly and meekly, instruction divine.

All the deities advance
Downward from their heavenly seats;
Themis’ self ’tis leads the dance,
And, with staff of justice, metes
Unto every one his rights,–
Landmarks, too, ’tis hers to fix;
And in witness she invites
All the hidden powers of Styx.

And the forge-god, too, is there,
The inventive son of Zeus;
Fashioner of vessels fair
Skilled in clay and brass’s use.
‘Tis from him the art man knows
Tongs and bellows how to wield;
‘Neath his hammer’s heavy blows
Was the ploughshare first revealed.

With projecting, weighty spear,
Front of all, Minerva stands,
Lifts her voice so strong and clear,
And the godlike host commands.
Steadfast walls ’tis hers to found,
Shield and screen for every one,
That the scattered world around
Bind in loving unison.

The immortals’ steps she guides
O’er the trackless plains so vast,
And where’er her foot abides
Is the boundary god held fast;
And her measuring chain is led
Round the mountain’s border green,–
E’en the raging torrent’s bed
In the holy ring is seen.

All the Nymphs and Oreads too
Who, the mountain pathways o’er,
Swift-foot Artemis pursue,
All to swell the concourse, pour,
Brandishing the hunting-spear,–
Set to work,–glad shouts uprise,–
‘Neath their axes’ blows so clear
Crashing down the pine-wood flies.

E’en the sedge-crowned God ascends
From his verdant spring to light,
And his raft’s direction bends
At the goddess’ word of might,–
While the hours, all gently bound,
Nimbly to their duty fly;
Rugged trunks are fashioned round
By her skilled hand gracefully.

E’en the sea-god thither fares;–
Sudden, with his trident’s blow,
He the granite columns tears
From earth’s entrails far below;–
In his mighty hands, on high,
Waves he them, like some light ball,
And with nimble Hermes by,
Raises up the rampart-wall.

But from out the golden strings
Lures Apollo harmony,
Measured time’s sweet murmurings,
And the might of melody.
The Camoenae swell the strain
With their song of ninefold tone:
Captive bound in music’s chain,
Softly stone unites to stone.

Cybele, with skilful hand,
Open throws the wide-winged door;
Locks and bolts by her are planned,
Sure to last forevermore.
Soon complete the wondrous halls
By the gods’ own hands are made,
And the temple’s glowing walls
Stand in festal pomp arrayed.

With a crown of myrtle twined,
Now the goddess queen comes there,
And she leads the fairest hind
To the shepherdess most fair.
Venus, with her beauteous boy,
That first pair herself attires;
All the gods bring gifts of joy,
Blessing their love’s sacred fires.

Guided by the deities,
Soon the new-born townsmen pour,
Ushered in with harmonies,
Through the friendly open door.
Holding now the rites divine,
Ceres at Zeus’ altar stands,–
Blessing those around the shrine,
Thus she speaks, with folded hands:–

“Freedom’s love the beast inflames,
And the god rules free in air,
While the law of Nature tames
Each wild lust that lingers there.
Yet, when thus together thrown,
Man with man must fain unite;
And by his own worth alone
Can he freedom gain, and might.”

Wreathe in a garland the corn’s golden ear!
With it, the Cyane blue intertwine!
Rapture must render each glance bright and clear,
For the great queen is approaching her shrine,–
She who our homesteads so blissful has given,
She who has man to his fellow-man bound:
Let our glad numbers extol then to heaven,
Her who the earth’s kindly mother is found!

FOOTNOTE:
[1] The corn-flower.