text: " Then as if to relieve his thoughts he stretches out his hand towards his child but the child shrinks backwards scared at the brazen helm and waving crest--the father and the mother exchange a smile--Hector lays aside the blazing helmet and clasping his child in his arms utters the noble prayer which Dryden has rendered with uncommon spirit and fidelity:-- "Parent of gods and men propitious Jove And you bright synod of the powers above On this my son your precious gifts bestow; Grant him to love and great in arms to grow To reign in Troy to govern with renown To shield the people and assert the crown: That when hereafter he from war shall come And bring his Trojans peace and triumph home Some aged man who lives this act to see And who in former times remember'd me May say 'The son in fortitude and fame Outgoes the mark and drowns his father's name;' That at these words his mother may rejoice And add her suffrage to the public voice