HINTS FROM THE WORKS AND DAYS OF
HESIOD.
Ye Pierian Muses, whom the earth has long
Proclaimed the guardians of immortal song,
Attune your harps to sing the praise of Jove,
Whose radiant brow illumes the courts above!
Before His throne the trembling nations fall,
He claims the homage of the great and small;
His conquering hand overwhelms the strongest foe,
The proud debases and exalts the low,
Directs the feeble and confounds the wise:
Such is the power of Him who rules the skies.
Be ye propitious, then, while I rehearse
The laws of Justice in heroic verse—
Justice, the daughter of immortal Jove,
Beloved and reverenced by the gods above—
And give some plain, judicious rules of life,
To win our brethren from the paths of strife.
