。， To the rash ones, yet a word!Ay, my voice shall now be heard,As a peal of thunder, strong!
When the god will he obey'd,Follow fast his darts ere long.。， And so beareth he his brethren,All his treasures, all his children,Wildly shouting, to the bosomOf his long-expectant sire.
。， Let us all, then,Adore the Father!The old, the mighty,Who such a beauteousNe'er-fading spouseDeigns to accordTo perishing mortals!
Wherein do godsDiffer from mortals?In that the formerSee endless billowsHeaving before them;Us doth the billowLift up and swallow,So that we perish.。，
。， With graces so rife,
。， Wide, high, glorious the viewGazing round upon life,While from mount unto mountHovers the spirit eterne,Life eternal foreboding.
With her modest pinions, see,Philomel encircles me!In these bushes, in yon grove,。，
Who e'er can crush Thy light?。，
。， Courage take, and all is o'er.
And oh, may the agedStepmother WisdomHer gentle spiritNe'er seek to harm!。，
，。， Yet thither now we go,There to extol our Father's name,