LXXXIV.

"And let us two henceforth together feed

On this green mountain slope and pastoral plain,

The herds in litigation-they will breed

Quickly enough to recompense our pain, If to the bulls and cows we take good heed;

And thou, though somewhat over fond of gain, Grudge me not half the profit."-Having spoke, The shell he proffered, and Apollo took,

LXXXV.

And gave him in return the glittering lash, Installing him as herdsman ;-from the look Of Mercury then laughed a joyous flash;

And then Apollo with the plectrum strook The chords, and from beneath his hands a crash Of mighty sounds rushed up, whose music shook The soul with sweetness, and like an adept His sweeter voice a just accordance kept.

LXXXVI.

The herd went wandering o'er the divine mead,
Whilst these most beautiful sons of Jupiter
Won their swift way up to the snowy head
Of white Olympus, with the joyous lyre
Soothing their journey; and their father dread
Gathered them both into familiar

Affection sweet,-and then, and now, and ever,
Hermes must love Him of the Golden Quiver,

LXXXVII.

To whom he gave the lyre that sweetly sounded,
Which skilfully he held and played thereon.
He piped the while, and far and wide rebounded
The echo of his pipings; every one
Of the Olympians sat with joy astounded,
While he conceived another piece of fun,
One of his old tricks-which the God of Day
Perceiving, said: "I fear thee, Son of May ;-

LXXXVIII.

"I fear thee and thy sly chameleon spirit, Lest thou shouldst steal my lyre and crooked bow;

This glory and power thou dost from Jove inherit,
To teach all craft upon the earth below;
Thieves love and worship thee—it is thy merit
To make all mortal business ebb and flow

By roguery-now, Hermes, if you dare
By sacred Styx a mighty oath to swear,

LXXXIX.

"That you will never rob me, you will do
A thing extremely pleasing to my heart."
Then Mercury sware by the Stygian dew,

That he would never steal his bow or dart,
Or lay his hands on what to him was due,

Or ever would employ his powerful art Against his Pythian fane. Then Phoebus swore There was no god or mar whom he loved more.

XC.

*And I will give thee as a good-will token
The beautiful wand of wealth and happiness;
A perfect three-leaved rod of gold unbroken,
Whose magic will thy footsteps ever bless;
And whatsoever by Jove's voice is spoken
Of earthly or divine from its recess,
It like a loving soul to thee will speak,
And more than this do thou forbear to seek ;

XCI.

"For, dearest child, the divinations high Which thou requirest, 'tis unlawful ever That thou, or any other deity,

Should understand-and vain were the endea

vor;

For they are hidden in Jove's mind, and I,

In trust of them, have sworn that I would never Betray the counsels of Jove's inmost will To any god-the oath was terrible.

XCII.

"Then, golden-wanded brother, ask me not To speak the fates by Jupiter designed; But be it mine to tell their various lot

To the unnumbered tribes of human kind. Let good to these and ill to those be wrought As I dispense-but he who comes consigned By voice and wings of perfect augury To my great shrine, shal' find avail in me.

XCIII.

"Him will I not deceive, but will assist ;

But he who comes relying on such birds As chatter vainly, who would strain and twist The purpose of the gods with idle words, And deems their knowledge light, he shall have mist

His road whilst I among my other hoards His gifts deposit. Yet, O son of May,

I have another wondrous thing to say:

XCIV.

"There are three Fates, three virgin sisters, who,
Rejoicing in their wind-outspeeding wings,
Their heads with flour snowed over white and new,
Sit in a vale round which Parnassus flings
Its circling skirts-from these I have learned true
Vaticinations of remotest things. [dooms,
My father cared not. Whilst they search
They sit apart and feed on honeycombs.

XCV.

"They, having eaten the fresh honey, grow
Drunk with divine enthusiasm, and utter
With earnest willingness the truth they know;
But, if deprived of that sweet food, they mutter
All plausible delusions; these to you

I give; if you inquire, they will not stutter: Delight your own soul with them :—any mar You would instruct may profit if he can.

XCVI.

Take these and the fierce oxen, Maia's child. O'er many a horse and toil-enduring mule, O'er jagged-jawed lions, and the wild

White-tusked boars, o'er all, by field or pool, Of cattle which the mighty Mother mild

Nourishes in her bosom, thou shalt rule. Thou dost alone the veil of death uplift : Thou givest not-yet this is a great gift."

XCVII.

Thus King Apollo loved the child of May
In truth, and Jove covered them with love and

joy.

Hermes with gods and men even from that day Mingled, and wrought the latter much annoy And little profit, going far astray

Through the dun night. Farewell, delightful boy,

Of Jove and Maia sprung,―never by me,

Nor thou, nor other songs, shall unremembered

be.