Juno's Speech. - Translations From Horace.

OD. iii. 3.     The just man's single-purposed mind      Not furious mobs that prompt to ill      May move, nor kings' frowns shake his will     Which is as rock; not warrior-winds     That keep the seas in wild unrest;      Nor bolt by Jove's own finger hurled:      The fragments of a shivered world     Would crash round him still self-possest.     Jove's wandering son reached, thus endowed,      The fiery bastions of the skies;      Thus Pollux; with them Caesar lies     Beside his nectar, radiant-browed.     For this rewarded, tiger-drawn      Rode Bacchus, reining necks before      Untamed; for this War's horses bore     Quirinus up from Acheron,     When in heav'n's conclave Juno said,      Thrice welcomed: "Troy is in the dust;      Troy, by a judge accursed, unjust,     And that strange woman prostrated.     "The day Laomedon ignored      His god-pledged word, resigned to me      And Pallas ever-pure, was she,     Her people, and their traitor lord.     "No more the Greek girl's guilty guest      Sits splendour-girt: Priam's perjured sons      Find not against the mighty ones     Of Greece a shield in Hector's breast:     "And, long drawn out by private jars,      The war sleeps. Lo! my wrath is o'er:      And him the Trojan vestal bore     (Sprung of that hated line) to Mars,     "To Mars restore I. His be rest      In halls of light: by him be drained      The nectar-bowl, his place obtained     In the calm companies of the blest.     "While betwixt Rome and Ilion raves      A length of ocean, where they will      Rise empires for the exiles still:     While Paris's and Priam's graves     "Are hoof-trod, and the she-wolf breeds      Securely there, unharmed shall stand      Rome's lustrous Capitol, her hand     Impose proud laws on trampled Medes.     "Wide-feared, to far-off climes be borne      Her story; where the central main      Europe and Libya parts in twain,     Where full Nile laves a land of corn:     "The buried secret of the mine,      (Best left there) resolute to spurn,      And not to man's base uses turn     With hand that spares not things divine.     "Earth's utmost end, where'er it be,      May her hosts reach; careering proud      O'er lands where watery rain and cloud,     Or where wild suns hold revelry.     "But, to the soldier-sons of Rome,      Tied by this law, such fates are willed;      That they seek never to rebuild,     Too fond, too bold, their grandsires' home.     "With darkest omens, deadliest strife,      Shall Troy, raised up again, repeat      Her history; I the victor-fleet     Shall lead, Jove's sister and his wife.     "Thrice let Apollo rear the wall      Of brass; and thrice my Greeks shall hew      The fabric down; thrice matrons rue     In chains their sons', their husbands' fall."     Ill my light lyre such notes beseem.      Stay, Muse; nor, wayward still, rehearse      God-utterances in puny verse     That may but mar a mighty theme.