And thou, O glory of the smiling sky,250

Who in thy wandering course dost rule the stars,

And with thy flying wheels dost measure out

The slow procession of the centuries;

Thou sister of the sun, night-wanderer,

Who ever dost reflect thy brother's fires;

And thou, great ruler of the boisterous winds,

Who o'er the level deep dost drive thy car;255

And thou, who dost allot the sunless homes:

May he, by whose right hand king Laius fell,