Classic Poem

Great as the feast in heaven on that night,
Which did proclaim the Giant's fallen might,
When humble godlets could with Jove recline,
And Fauns had leave to call on him for wine:
So great thy victory banquet, Sire, to-day,
When our rejoicings make e'en heaven gay.
Knights, senate, people, all are welcome there,
And with their chieftain taste ambrosial fare.
How has thy looked-for largess been increased:
A dole thou promised and hast given a feast.