Classic Poem

Now Warrior Mars his burnish'd Helm puts on,
And thus addresses Heav'n's Imperial Throne.
Since the inferior World is now become
" One Vassal Globe, and Colony to Rome ,
This Grace, O Jove , for Romulus I claim,
Admit him to the Skies, from whence he came.
Long hast thou promis'd an Ætherial State
To Mars 's Lineage; and thy Word is Fate.
The Sire, that rules the Thunder, with a Nod,
" Declar'd the Fiat , and dismiss'd the God.
Soon as the Pow'r Armipotent survey'd
The flashing Skies, the Signal he obey'd;
And leaning on his Lance, he mounts his Car,
His fiery Coursers lashing thro the Air.
Mount Palatine he gains, and finds his Son
Good Laws enacting on a peaceful Throne;
" The Scales of heav'nly Justice holding high,
" With steady Hand, and a discerning Eye.
Then vaults upon his Carr, and to the Spheres,
Swift as a flying Shaft, Rome 's Founder bears.
The Parts, more pure, in rising are refin'd,
The gross, and perishable lag behind.
His Shrine in purple Vestments stands in view;
He looks a God, and is Iuirinus now