And with fond force innocuous heals her ills;
She from her eyes in lucent drops distils
The stream of sorrowful shame,
And in her womb from Jove a burden bore,
A son of blameless fame,
Who with his prosperous life long blessed the Libyan shore.
ANTISTROPHE IV.
Far-pealed the land with jubilant shout—from Jove,
From Jove it surely came,
This living root of a far-branching line!