FOURTH O LYMPIAN Ode .

'T is Virtue's lamp, whose living rays,
Wide as her rule, forever blaze;
Lo where it beams in Psaumis' car
That bears the Olympian braid from far,
In haste the blooming glory now
To bind on Camarina's brow.
Heaven speed his future vows, as now my lays
With note sincere his virtues praise.
His boast to rear, to rule the panting steed:
All guests his plenteous banquets feed;
While with pure heart he wooes the hand
Of genial Peace to bless the land.
Ne'er shall untruth these lips profane;
Trial 's the only test that proves the man.
This from the Lemnian dames' abuse
Redeemed the son of Clymenus:
At his gray locks their taunts they played;
But when in brazen arms arrayed
The encumbered race with ease he won,
And calmly claimed the unquestioned crown,
To much abashed Hypsipyle, " Even me
First of the swift, behold, " said he,
" Nor less in strength and prowess: age's snow
On youth's fair front will sometimes grow;
But he, that does the deeds of manhood's prime,
May without blame look old before his time. "