Heracles.
I.
Genius of labor, mighty Heracles!
Though bound by fate to do another’s will,
Not basely, as a slave, dost thou fulfil
The appointed task. The eye of God to please
Thou seekest, and man to bless, and not thy ease.
So to thy wearying toil thou addest still
New labors, to redeem some soul from ill,
Performing all thy generous mind conceives.