To high renown; in the Pelopian land
Another near the Rhian cliffs, along
The sea-wash'd coast, his potent monarchy
Shall stretch, Achæus; and his subject realms
Shall glory in their chief s illustrious name.
Well hath Apollo quitted him in all ;
First without pain he caus'd thee bear a son.
That from thy friends thou might'st conceal his birth:
After the birth, soon as his infant limbs
Thy hands had cloth'd, to Mercury he gave
The charge to take the babe, and in his arms
Convey him hither; here with tenderness
He nurtur'd him, nor suffer'd him to perish.
Guard now the secret that he is thy son,
That his opinion Xuthus may enjoy
Delighted thou too hast thy blessings, lady.
And now farewell: from this relief from ills
prosperous fortune I to both announce.
O Pallas, daughter of all-powerful Jove,
Not with distrust shall we receive thy words:
I am convinc'd that Phoebus is my father,
My mother she, not unassur'd before.
CREU. Hear me too now: Phoebus I praise, before
Unprais'd; my son he now restores, of whom
Till now I deem'd him heedless. Now these gates
Are beauteous to mine eyes, his oracles
Now grateful to my soul, unpleasant late.
With rapture on these sounding rings my hands
Now hang, with rapture I address the gates.
This I approve, thy former wayward thoughts
Resign'd, with honour that thou name the god.
Slow are the gifts of heav'n, but found at length
Not void of pow'r.