bright. The Hours unloosed them, panting as they stood, And heap'd their mangers with ambrosial food. There tied, they rest in high celestial stalls; The chariot propp'd against the crystal walls, The pensive goddesses, abash'd, controll'd, Mix with the gods, and fill their seats of gold. [Illustration: THE HOURS TAKING THE HORSES FROM JUNO'S CAR.] THE HOURS TAKING THE HORSES FROM JUNO'S CAR. And now the Thunderer meditates his flight From Ida's summits to the Olympian height. Swifter than thought, the wheels instinctive fly, Flame through the vast of air, and reach the sky. 'Twas Neptune's charge his coursers to unbrace, And fix the car on its immortal base; There stood the chariot, beaming forth its rays, Till with a snowy veil he screen'd the blaze. He, whose all-conscious eyes the world behold, The eternal Thunderer sat, enthroned in gold. High heaven the footstool of his feet he makes, And wide beneath him all Olympus shakes. Trembling afar the offending powers appear'd, Confused and silent, for his frown they fear'd. He saw their soul, and thus his word imparts: "Pallas and Juno! say, why heave your hearts? Soon was your battle o'er: proud Troy retired Before your face, and in your wrath expired. But know, whoe'er almighty power withstand! Unmatch'd our force, unconquer'd is our hand: Who shall the sovereign of the skies control? Not all the gods that crown the starry pole. Your hearts shall tremble, if our arms we take, And each immortal nerve with horror shake. For thus I speak, and what I speak shall stand; What power soe'er provokes our lifted hand, On this our hill no more shall hold his place; Cut off, and exiled from the ethereal race." Juno and Pallas grieving hear the doom, But feast their souls on Ilion's woes to come. Though secret anger swell'd Minerva's breast, The prudent goddess yet her wrath repress'd; But Juno, impotent of rage, replies: