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,