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Here Phaeton, still gaining on th' ascent, To his fufpected father's palace went, Till preffing forward through the bright abode, He faw at diftance the illuftrious God: He faw at diftance, or the dazzling light Had flash'd too strongly on his aking fight. The God fits high, exalted on a throne Of blazing gems, with purple garments on; The hours in order rang'd on either hand, And days, and months, and years, and ages, stand. Here spring appears with flowery chaplets bound; Here fummer in her wheaten garland crown'd; Here autumn the rich troden grapes befmear; And hoary winter fhivers in the rear.
Phœbus beheld the youth from off his throne; That eye, which looks on all, was fix'd on one. He saw the boy's confufion in his face,
Surpriz'd at all the wonders of the place;
And cries aloud, "What wants my fon? For know “My son thou art, and I must call thee so.”
"Light of the world," the trembling youth replies, "Illuftrious parent! fince you don't defpife "The parent's name, fome certain token give, "That I may Clymenè's proud boast believe, "Nor longer under false reproaches grieve."
The tender Sire was touch'd with what he said, And flung the blaze of glories from his head, And bid the youth advance: "My son (said he) "Come to thy father's arms! for Clymenè "Has told thee true; a parent's name I own, "And deem thee worthy to be call'd my fon.
"As a fure proof, make some request, and I,
"There is not one of all the Gods that dares
"Tethys herself has fear'd to see me driven "Down headlong from the precipice of heaven. "Besides, confider what impetuous force "Turns stars and planets in a different course; "I fteer against their motions; nor am I "Borne back by all the current of the sky. "But how could you resist the orbs that roll "In adverfe whirls, and stem the rapid pole? "But you perhaps may hope for pleafing woods, "And ftately domes, and cities fill'd with Gods; "While through a thousand snares your progrefs lies, "Where forms of starry monsters stock the skies : "For, fhould you hit the doubtful way aright, "The Bull with stooping horns ftands oppofite; "Next him the bright Hæmonian Bow is ftrung; "And next, the Lion's grinning visage hung: "The Scorpion's claws here clasp a wide extent, "And here the Crab's in leffer clafps are bent. "Nor would you find it easy to compose "The mettled steeds, when from their noftrils flows "The fcorching fire, that in their entrails glows. "Ev'n I their head-ftrong fury scarce restrain, "When they grow warm and reftiff to the rein. "Let not my fon a fatal gift require,
"But, O! in time, recal your rash desire; "You ask a gift that may your parent tell, "Let thefe my fears your parentage reveal ;
"And learn a father from a father's care; "Look on my face; or, if my heart lay bare, "Could you but look, you'd read the father there.
Choose out a gift from feas, or earth, or skies,
For open to your wish all nature lies,
"Nay hang not thus about my neck, my fon :
Gold was the beam, the wheels were orb'd with gold.
The youth with fecret joy the work furveys;
And the moon fhining with a blunter horn,
Then fix'd the beamy circle on his head,
"Keep the mid-way, the middle way is best.
"I'm call'd, nor can I make a longer stay.
"While yet fecurely on the earth you
"Nor touch the horses with too rafh a hand.
Let me alone to light the world, while you