With blood of righteous sacrifice again
The monumental stone your suppliants lave.
Behold the dark-brow’d bull—Behold him slain!
Accept, ye powers of the relenting grave,
The sable current of that vital stream;
And let the father’s hope upon the children gleam.
And ye, that in the ever dusky glades
Of Hades, wandering by Cocytus’ shore,
Ancestral spirits—melancholy shades—
With us the tresspass of the tomb deplore;