A people's love was still his own;
While other sacred monarchs laid 130
Apart to death's impervious shade
Before the palace gates are flown.
And now thy mighty valour's fame,
Steep'd in the hymn's mellifluous dew,
Piercing their ear with loud acclaim, 135
Earth's dark recess shall travel through.
The common bliss of all the race,
Whose wreaths Arcesilaus grace.
His triumphs in the Pythian field
Apollo with his sword of gold 140
In graceful numbers shall unfold;
A recompense the lyric strain
Recited by the youthful train,
For all his toil and cost will yield.
'Tis said of old the prudent raise 145
Their voice in such a hero's praise.
Superior to his tender years,
He carries an unshaken mind,
And bold of tongue and heart appears
The eagle of the feather'd kind; 150
Whose wide-extended wings display
His sheltering valour in the fray.
He from his early youth sublime
Was skill'd to raise the sudden rhyme,
And foremost in th' equestrian war 155
Guide to the goal his rapid car. 154
Of native arts through each fair road
His persevering steps have trod;
And still to crown his efforts high
May heaven its ready aid supply; 160
And grant him, bless'd Saturnian line,
by St. John (xix. 13) as denoting the same place which the Hebrews called Γαββαθα.
