All past, all present, and all future things:
Sweet, inexhaustible, from every mouth
That voice flows on: the Thunderer’s palace laughs
With scatter’d melody of honied sounds
From the breathed voice of goddesses, and all
The snow-topp’d summits of Olympus ring,
The mansions of immortals. They send forth
Their undecaying voice, and in their songs
Proclaim before all themes the race of gods
From the beginning: the majestic race,