text: ] 14 So in the glorious parable behold How bow'd to mortal bonds of old Life's dreary path divine Alcides trode: The hydra and the lion were his prey And to restore the friend he loved to day He went undaunted to the black-brow'd God; And all the torments and the labours sore Wroth Juno sent--meek majestic One With patient spirit and unquailing bore Until the course was run-- 15 Until the God cast down his garb of clay And rent in hallowing flame away The mortal part from the divine--to soar To the empyreal air! Behold him spring Blithe in the pride of the unwonted wing And the dull matter that confined before Sinks downward downward downward as a dream! Olympian hymns receive the escaping soul And smiling Hebe from the ambrosial stream Fills for a God the bowl! * * * * * THE FAVOUR OF THE MOMENT