The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.
A sound mind in a manly body.
Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.
To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.