we to  select the holy Victim;
Whom apter shall we sing, than  himself,
The God for ever Great, for ever King;
Who slew the Earth-born Race, and measures Right
To Heav'n's great Habitants?  hear'st Thou
More joyful, or , long Dispute
And various Thought has trac'd. On  Mount,
Or , studious of his Country's Praise,
The  boasts Thy Natal Place: but oft
He meets Reproof deserv'd: for He presumptuous
Has built a Tomb for Thee, who never know'st
To die, but liv'st the same To-day and Ever.
therefore be Thy Birth: Great
Pregnant to high  Cliffs retir'd,
And wild , black with shading Pines:
Holy Retreat! Sithence no Female hither,
Conscious of Social Love and Nature's Rites,
Must dare approach, from the inferior Reptile
To Woman, Form Divine. There the blest Parent
Ungirt her spacious Bosom, and discharg'd
The pond'rous Birth: She sought a neighb'ring Spring,
To wash the recent Babe: In vain: ,
(However streamy now) adust and dry,
Deny'd the Goddess Water: where deep ,
And rocky  flow, the Chariot smoak'd,
Obscure with rising Dust: the thirsty Trav'ler
In vain requir'd the Current, then imprison'd
In subterranean Caverns: Forests grew
Upon the barren Hollows, high o'ershading
The Haunts of Savage Beasts, where now ,
And  incline their friendly Urns.