As searching from what quarter of the heavens
His sire would look on him, and thus he spake,1695
With hands outstretched: "O father, whencesoe'er
From heaven thou lookest down upon thy son—
He truly is my father for whose sake
One day of old was swallowed up in night—
If both the bounds of Phoebus sing my praise,
If Scythia, and all the sun-parched lands;1700
If peace fills all the world; if cities groan
Beneath no tyrant's hand, and no one stains