sire. For Juno, headstrong and imperious still, She claims some title to transgress his will: But thee, what desperate insolence has driven To lift thy lance against the king of heaven?" Then, mounting on the pinions of the wind, She flew; and Juno thus her rage resign'd: "O daughter of that god, whose arm can wield The avenging bolt, and shake the dreadful shield No more let beings of superior birth Contend with Jove for this low race of earth; Triumphant now, now miserably slain, They breathe or perish as the fates ordain: But Jove's high counsels full effect shall find; And, ever constant, ever rule mankind." She spoke, and backward turn'd her steeds of light, Adorn'd with manes of gold, and heavenly bright. The Hours unloosed them, panting as they stood, And heap'd their mangers with ambrosial food. There tied, they rest in high celestial stalls; The chariot propp'd against the crystal walls, The pensive goddesses, abash'd, controll'd, Mix with the gods, and fill their seats of gold. [Illustration: THE HOURS TAKING THE HORSES FROM JUNO'S CAR.] THE HOURS TAKING THE HORSES FROM JUNO'S CAR. And now the Thunderer meditates his flight From Ida's summits to the Olympian height. Swifter than thought, the wheels instinctive fly, Flame through the vast of air, and reach the sky. 'Twas Neptune's charge his coursers to unbrace, And fix the car on its immortal base; There stood the chariot, beaming forth its rays, Till with a snowy veil he screen'd the blaze. He, whose all-conscious eyes the world behold, The eternal Thunderer sat, enthroned in gold. High heaven the footstool of his feet he makes, And wide beneath him all Olympus shakes. Trembling afar the offending powers appear'd, Confused and silent, for his frown they fear'd. He saw their soul, and thus his word imparts: "Pallas and Juno! say, why heave your hearts? Soon was your battle o'er: proud Troy retired