YOUR royal father checked the wish disclosed; 115 On you the reins of empire he reposed; And round the brow where he such merits traced, The sacred diadem of sov'reigns placed. The virtues, unattained at early age, Were found in you attention to engage; Repelled the arrows on the hostile force, 120 125 130 And turned the lance to measure back its course. O HEAV'N's delight!-For you, from dreary cave, 135 Oft Æolus spreads tempests o'er the wave; For you the skies contend; and winds conspire To fly where'er your trumps their pow'r require! The Alpine snows a ruddy aspect gained; The FRIGID RIVER Smoked and, red, was stained; 140 The heaps of slain awhile delayed the flood; But, all proceeded, swelled by streams of blood. Howe'er the fell disturber of our rest Has many stabs inflicted on his breast, Non uno mucrone latus, duplexque tepebat Ensis, & ultrices in se converterat iras, Tandem justa manus. Jam libertate reducta, 105 Quamvis emeritum peteret natura reverti 110 115 120 Two swords, still reeking, have his entrails torn; Now LIBERTY restored, the hour drew near Which ready seemed to reach the high abode; To take the seat, th' IMMORTALS him designed: SOON you, beyond the lofty hills of Thrace, 145 150 155 Broke through BARBARIAN ranks with fearless face; 160 Passed Rhodope's high brow, whose rocks had proved Obedient to the strings by Orpheus moved; Left Eta's top, where Hercules's frame 165 Again, in oracles, their silence broke, 170 Along Illyricum you kept the shore; Dalmatia's fallow fields your footsteps bore. Timavus' waters you with care o'erran, Where ceased the wand'rings of the Phrygian clan, Gaudent Italiæ sublimibus oppida muris Adventu sacrata tuo. Submissus adorat Eridanus, blandosque jubet mitescere fluctus, Et Phaethonteas solitæ deflere ruinas Roscida frondosæ revocant electra sorores. Quanti tum juvenes, quantæ sprevere pudorem Spectandi studio matres, puerisque severi Certavere senes, cum tu genitoris amico Exceptus gremio mediam veherere per urbem, Velaretque pios communis laurea currus. Quis non Luciferum roseo cum Sole videri Credidit, aut junctum Bromio radiare Tonantem? Ut ventum ad sedes; cunctos discedere tectis Dux jubet, & generum compellat talibus ultro: Bellipotens Stilico, cujus mihi robur in armis, 125 130 135 140 Th' Italian splendid cities joy expressed, When How many youths and mothers then forgot 175 180 When you, through Rome, your father fondly bore, 185 Raised on a car which, simple laurel, wore. The STAR of MORN seemed joined with SOL's bright rays, Or Bacchus with the god who, THUNDER, Sways. THE warriours' tufted plumage waved around, THE SOV'reign having reached the palace gate, The crowd, he ordered from the house of state : "INTREPID Stilicho!" he then exclaimed, "In war or peace, alike for honour famed, 190 195 200 |