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The Occasion of Æsculapius being brought to Rome.
By Mr. Welsted.
Melodious Maids of Pindus, who inspire
The flowing Strains, and tune the vocal Lyre;
Tradition's Secrets are unlocked to you,
Old Tales revive, and Ages past renew;
You, who can hidden Causes best expound,
Say, whence the Isle, which Tiber flows arour
Its Altars with a heav'nly Stranger graced,
And in our Shrines the God of Physic placed.
The flowing Strains, and tune the vocal Lyre;
Tradition's Secrets are unlocked to you,
Old Tales revive, and Ages past renew;
You, who can hidden Causes best expound,
Say, whence the Isle, which Tiber flows arour
Its Altars with a heav'nly Stranger graced,
And in our Shrines the God of Physic placed.
A wasting Plague infected Latium's Skies;
Pale bloodless Looks were seen with ghastly Eyes;
The dire Disease's Marks each Visage wore,
And the pure Blood was changed to putrid Gore:
In vain were human Remedies apply'd;
In vain the Power of healing Herbs was try'd:
Weary'd with Death, they seek Celestial Aid,
And visit Phœbus in his Delphic Shade;
In the World's Centre sacred Delphos stands,
And gives its Oracles to distant Lands:
Here they implore the God, with fervent Vows,
His salutary Power to interpose,
And end a great afflicted City's Woes.
The holy Temple sudden Tremors proved;
The Laurel-grove and all its Quivers moved;
In hollow Sounds the Priestess, thus, began,
And thro' each Bosom thrilling Horrors ran.
‘Th'Assistance, Roman, which you here implore,
‘Seek from another, and a nearer Shore;
‘Relief must be implored, and Succour won,
‘Not from Apollo, but Apollo's Son;
‘My Son, to Latium born, shall bring Redress:
‘Go, with good Omens, and expect Success.
Pale bloodless Looks were seen with ghastly Eyes;
The dire Disease's Marks each Visage wore,
And the pure Blood was changed to putrid Gore:
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In vain the Power of healing Herbs was try'd:
Weary'd with Death, they seek Celestial Aid,
And visit Phœbus in his Delphic Shade;
In the World's Centre sacred Delphos stands,
And gives its Oracles to distant Lands:
Here they implore the God, with fervent Vows,
His salutary Power to interpose,
And end a great afflicted City's Woes.
The holy Temple sudden Tremors proved;
The Laurel-grove and all its Quivers moved;
In hollow Sounds the Priestess, thus, began,
And thro' each Bosom thrilling Horrors ran.
‘Th'Assistance, Roman, which you here implore,
‘Seek from another, and a nearer Shore;
‘Relief must be implored, and Succour won,
‘Not from Apollo, but Apollo's Son;
‘My Son, to Latium born, shall bring Redress:
‘Go, with good Omens, and expect Success.
When these clear Oracles the Senate knew;
The sacred Tripod's Counsels they pursue,
Depute a Pious and a chosen Band,
Who sail to Epidaurus' neighb'ring Land:
Before the Græcian Elders when they stood,
They pray 'em to bestow the healing God:
‘Ordain'd was he to save Ausonia's State;
‘So promised Delphos, and unerring Fate.
The sacred Tripod's Counsels they pursue,
Depute a Pious and a chosen Band,
Who sail to Epidaurus' neighb'ring Land:
Before the Græcian Elders when they stood,
They pray 'em to bestow the healing God:
‘Ordain'd was he to save Ausonia's State;
‘So promised Delphos, and unerring Fate.
Opinions various their Debates enlarge:
Some plead to yield to Rome the sacred Charge;
Others, tenacious of their Country's Wealth,
Refuse to grant the Power, who guards its Health.
Some plead to yield to Rome the sacred Charge;
Others, tenacious of their Country's Wealth,
Refuse to grant the Power, who guards its Health.
While dubious they remain'd, the wasting Light
Withdrew before the growing Shades of Night;
Thick Darkness now obscur'd the dusky Skies:
Now, Roman, closed in Sleep were mortal Eyes,
When Health's auspicious God appears to Thee,
And thy glad Dreams his Form celestial see:
In his left Hand, a rural Staff preferr'd,
His Right is seen to stroke his decent Beard.
‘Dismiss, said he, with Mildness all divine,
‘Dismiss your Fears; I come, and leave my Shrine;
‘This Serpent view, that with ambitious Play
‘My Staff encircles, mark him every way;
‘His Form, tho' larger, nobler, I'll assume,
‘And changed, as Gods should be, bring Aid to Rome.
Here fled the Vision, and the Vision's flight
Was follow'd by the chearful Dawn of Light.
Withdrew before the growing Shades of Night;
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Now, Roman, closed in Sleep were mortal Eyes,
When Health's auspicious God appears to Thee,
And thy glad Dreams his Form celestial see:
In his left Hand, a rural Staff preferr'd,
His Right is seen to stroke his decent Beard.
‘Dismiss, said he, with Mildness all divine,
‘Dismiss your Fears; I come, and leave my Shrine;
‘This Serpent view, that with ambitious Play
‘My Staff encircles, mark him every way;
‘His Form, tho' larger, nobler, I'll assume,
‘And changed, as Gods should be, bring Aid to Rome.
Here fled the Vision, and the Vision's flight
Was follow'd by the chearful Dawn of Light.
Now was the Morn with blushing Streaks o'er-spread,
And all the starry Fires of Heav'n were fled;
The Chiefs perplex'd, and fill'd with doubtful Care,
To their Protector's sumptuous Roofs repair,
By genuin Signs implore him to express,
What Seats he deigns to chuse, what Land to bless:
Scarce their ascending Prayers had reach'd the Sky;
Lo, the Serpentine God, erected high!
Forerunning Hissings his Approach confest;
Bright shone his Golden Scales, and wav'd his lofty Crest;
The trembling Altar his Appearance spoke;
The Marble Floor, and glittering Cieling shook;
The Doors were rock'd; the Statue seem'd to nod;
And all the Fabric own'd the present God:
His radiant Chest he taught aloft to rise,
And round the Temple cast his flaming Eyes:
Struck was th'astonish'd Crowd; the holy Priest,
His Temples with white Bands of Ribbon drest,
With reverent Awe the Power divine confest:
The God, the God, he cries! all Tongues be still!
Each conscious Breast devoutest Ardour fill!
O Beauteous! O Divine! assist our Cares,
And be propitious to thy Votaries Prayers!
All with consenting Hearts, and pious Fear,
The Words repeat, the Deity revere:
The Romans in their holy Worship join'd,
With silent Awe, and Purity of Mind:
Gracious to them, his Crest is seen to nod,
And, as an Earnest of his Care, the God,
Thrice hissing, vibrates thrice his forked Tongue;
And now the smooth Descent he glides along:
Still on the antient Seats he bends his Eyes,
In which his Statue breaths, his Altars rise;
His long-lov'd Shrine with kind Concern he leaves,
And to forsake th'accustom'd Mansion grieves:
At length, his sweeping Bulk in State is born
Thro' the thronged Streets, which scatter'd Flowers adorn;
Thro' many a Fold he winds his mazy Course,
And gains the Port and Moles, which break the Ocean's force.
'Twas here he made a Stand, and having view'd
The pious Train, who his last Steps pursu'd,
Seem'd to dismiss their Zeal with gracious Eyes,
While Gleams of Pleasure in his Aspect rise.
And all the starry Fires of Heav'n were fled;
The Chiefs perplex'd, and fill'd with doubtful Care,
To their Protector's sumptuous Roofs repair,
By genuin Signs implore him to express,
What Seats he deigns to chuse, what Land to bless:
Scarce their ascending Prayers had reach'd the Sky;
Lo, the Serpentine God, erected high!
Forerunning Hissings his Approach confest;
Bright shone his Golden Scales, and wav'd his lofty Crest;
The trembling Altar his Appearance spoke;
The Marble Floor, and glittering Cieling shook;
The Doors were rock'd; the Statue seem'd to nod;
And all the Fabric own'd the present God:
His radiant Chest he taught aloft to rise,
And round the Temple cast his flaming Eyes:
Struck was th'astonish'd Crowd; the holy Priest,
His Temples with white Bands of Ribbon drest,
With reverent Awe the Power divine confest:
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Each conscious Breast devoutest Ardour fill!
O Beauteous! O Divine! assist our Cares,
And be propitious to thy Votaries Prayers!
All with consenting Hearts, and pious Fear,
The Words repeat, the Deity revere:
The Romans in their holy Worship join'd,
With silent Awe, and Purity of Mind:
Gracious to them, his Crest is seen to nod,
And, as an Earnest of his Care, the God,
Thrice hissing, vibrates thrice his forked Tongue;
And now the smooth Descent he glides along:
Still on the antient Seats he bends his Eyes,
In which his Statue breaths, his Altars rise;
His long-lov'd Shrine with kind Concern he leaves,
And to forsake th'accustom'd Mansion grieves:
At length, his sweeping Bulk in State is born
Thro' the thronged Streets, which scatter'd Flowers adorn;
Thro' many a Fold he winds his mazy Course,
And gains the Port and Moles, which break the Ocean's force.
'Twas here he made a Stand, and having view'd
The pious Train, who his last Steps pursu'd,
Seem'd to dismiss their Zeal with gracious Eyes,
While Gleams of Pleasure in his Aspect rise.
And now the Latian Vessel he ascends;
Beneath the weighty God the Vessel bends:
The Latins on the Strand great Jove appease,
Their Cables loose, and plough the yielding Seas:
The high-rear'd Serpent from the Stern displays
His gorgeous Form, and the blue Deep surveys;
The Ship is wafted on with gentle Gales,
And o'er the calm Ionian smoothly sails;
On the sixth Morn th'Italian Coast they gain,
And touch Laciniæ, graced with Juno's Fane;
Now fair Calabria to the Sight is lost,
And all the Cities on her fruitful Coast;
They pass at length the rough Sicilian Shore,
The Brutian Soil, rich with metallic Ore,
The famous Isles, where Æolus was King,
And Pæstus blooming with eternal Spring:
Minerva's Cape they leave, and Capreæ's Isle,
Campania, on whose Hills the Vineyards smile,
The City, which Alcides' Spoils adorn,
Naples, for soft Delight and Pleasure born,
Fair Stabiæ, with Cumean Sybil's Seats,
And Baia's tepid Baths, and green Retreats:
Linternum next they reach, where balmy Gums
Distil from mastic Trees, and spread Perfumes:
Caieta, from the Nurse so nam'd, for whom
With pious Care Æneas rais'd a Tomb,
Vulturne, whose Whirlpools suck the numerous Sands,
And Trachas, and Minturnæ's marshy Lands,
And Formiæ's Coast is left, and Circe's Plain,
Which yet remembers her enchanting Reign;
To Antium, last, his Course the Pilot guides;
Beneath the weighty God the Vessel bends:
The Latins on the Strand great Jove appease,
Their Cables loose, and plough the yielding Seas:
The high-rear'd Serpent from the Stern displays
His gorgeous Form, and the blue Deep surveys;
The Ship is wafted on with gentle Gales,
And o'er the calm Ionian smoothly sails;
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And touch Laciniæ, graced with Juno's Fane;
Now fair Calabria to the Sight is lost,
And all the Cities on her fruitful Coast;
They pass at length the rough Sicilian Shore,
The Brutian Soil, rich with metallic Ore,
The famous Isles, where Æolus was King,
And Pæstus blooming with eternal Spring:
Minerva's Cape they leave, and Capreæ's Isle,
Campania, on whose Hills the Vineyards smile,
The City, which Alcides' Spoils adorn,
Naples, for soft Delight and Pleasure born,
Fair Stabiæ, with Cumean Sybil's Seats,
And Baia's tepid Baths, and green Retreats:
Linternum next they reach, where balmy Gums
Distil from mastic Trees, and spread Perfumes:
Caieta, from the Nurse so nam'd, for whom
With pious Care Æneas rais'd a Tomb,
Vulturne, whose Whirlpools suck the numerous Sands,
And Trachas, and Minturnæ's marshy Lands,
And Formiæ's Coast is left, and Circe's Plain,
Which yet remembers her enchanting Reign;
To Antium, last, his Course the Pilot guides;
Here, while the anchor'd Vessel safely rides,
(For now the ruffled Deep portends a Storm)
The spiry God unfolds his spheric Form,
Thro' large Indentings draws his lubric Train,
And seeks the Refuge of Apollo's Fane;
(For now the ruffled Deep portends a Storm)
The spiry God unfolds his spheric Form,
Thro' large Indentings draws his lubric Train,
And seeks the Refuge of Apollo's Fane;
The Fane is situate on the yellow Shore:
When the Sea smil'd, and the Winds raged no more,
He leaves his Father's hospitable Lands,
And furrows, with his rattling Scales, the Sands
Along the Coast; at length the Ship regains,
And sails to Tibur and Lavinum's Plains.
Here mingling Crowds to meet their Patron came,
Ev'n the chast Guardians of the Vestal Flame,
From every Part tumultuous they repair,
And joyful Acclamations rend the Air:
Along the flowry Banks, on either Side,
Where the tall Ship floats on the swelling Tide,
Dispos'd in decent Order Altars rise;
And crackling Incense, as it mounts the Skies,
The Air with Sweets refreshes; while the Knife,
Warm with the Victim's Blood, let's out the streaming Life.
When the Sea smil'd, and the Winds raged no more,
He leaves his Father's hospitable Lands,
And furrows, with his rattling Scales, the Sands
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And sails to Tibur and Lavinum's Plains.
Here mingling Crowds to meet their Patron came,
Ev'n the chast Guardians of the Vestal Flame,
From every Part tumultuous they repair,
And joyful Acclamations rend the Air:
Along the flowry Banks, on either Side,
Where the tall Ship floats on the swelling Tide,
Dispos'd in decent Order Altars rise;
And crackling Incense, as it mounts the Skies,
The Air with Sweets refreshes; while the Knife,
Warm with the Victim's Blood, let's out the streaming Life.
The World's great Mistress, Rome, receives him now;
On the Mast's Top reclin'd he waves his Brow,
And from that Height surveys the great Abodes,
And Mansions worthy of residing Gods.
The Land, a narrow Neck, it self extends,
Round which his Course the Stream divided bends;
The Stream's two Arms, on either side, are seen,
Stretch'd out in equal length; the Land between.
The Isle, so called, from hence derives its Name:
'Twas here the salutary Serpent came;
Nor sooner has he left the Latian Pine,
But he assumes again his Form divine,
And now no more the drooping City mourns,
Joy is again is restor'd, and Health returns.
On the Mast's Top reclin'd he waves his Brow,
And from that Height surveys the great Abodes,
And Mansions worthy of residing Gods.
The Land, a narrow Neck, it self extends,
Round which his Course the Stream divided bends;
The Stream's two Arms, on either side, are seen,
Stretch'd out in equal length; the Land between.
The Isle, so called, from hence derives its Name:
'Twas here the salutary Serpent came;
Nor sooner has he left the Latian Pine,
But he assumes again his Form divine,
And now no more the drooping City mourns,
Joy is again is restor'd, and Health returns.
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