Lament, so old and worn, which[46] all the world1860
Will presently attempt? Yet raise thy arms,
However weary, to their mournful task.
And to thy wailing summon all the earth,
And so excite the envy of the gods.
[Here follows Alcmena's formal song of mourning, accompanied by the usual Oriental gestures of grief.]
Bewail Alcmena's son, the seed
Of Jove, for whose conception, long,1865
Day perished and the lingering dawn
Combined two nights in one. But now