text:  For him grey Neptune smooths the pliant wave-- Harmless the waters for the ship that bore The Caesar and his fortunes to the shore! Charm'd at his feet the crouching lion lies To him his back the murmuring dolphin gave; His soul is born a sovereign o'er the strife-- The lord of all the Beautful of Life; Where'er his presence in its calm has trod It charms--it sways as some diviner god