Credimus te mox venturum

Nostrum judicem futurum :
Opem ergo te rogamus,
Tuo qui redempti stamus
Pretioso sanguine.

Fac beatis adscribamur,
Sede sanctâ potiamur :

Tolle, Deus, et guberna,

In salute sempiternâ

Tuum tene populum.

Indies te honoramus,

Sine fine laudem damus.

Hodie nos tueare

Et prohibeas peccare :

Miserescas, Domine.

Fulgeat pro spe fideli
Nobis lux benigna cœli :

Tibi fisus sum, O Deus ;

Sis tu liberator meus;

Noli me confundere.

ELYSIUM.

Beyond the Acherontian pool
And gloomy realms of Pluto's rule
The happy soul hath come:

And hark, what music on the breeze? 'Twas like the tune of summer-bees, A myriad-floating hum.

From spirits like himself it flow'd,
A welcome to his blest abode,
That melody of sound:
And lo, the sky all azure clear,
And liquid-soft the atmosphere:
It is Elysian ground.

To mortals, who on earth fulfil
The great Olympian Father's will,

Are given these happy glades;

Where they, from all corruption free, In unrestricted liberty

May dwell, etherial shades.

All shrubs for them of rich perfume, Amaracus and myrtle bloom,

And flowers of brightest hue,

THE SAME TRANSLATED.

Felix paludem trans Acherontiam
Et regna pœnis horrida Tartari
Sedes ad optatas piorum et
Elysios venit Umbra lucos:

At vox susurrans innumerabilis
Adfertur aures: qualis apum solet
Estiva misceri caterva, et

Cum strepitu glomerare carmen;

Gratantium illi turba sodalium

Occurrit ingens mollior halitus

Inspirat aurarum, micantque
Purpurei super arva cœli.

Virtute functis hic animis datur
Casto Deorum munere perfrui ;
Hic labis immunesque lethi
Aeriæ spatiantur Umbræ.

Flores amonos inter et arbores

Errare passim est: hic et amaracus,

Laurique collatæque myrti

Dulcis odos, hyacinthinâque

The rose, the hyacinthine bell,
And amaranth and asphodel

Are ever young and new.

And silver-sparkling rivers meet,
Or glide with undulation sweet
Their verdant shores along;

And echoes are in every dale

Of airy harp and nightingale

And babbling water-song.

There is no bound of time or place;
Each spirit moves in endless space
Advancing as he wills:

The summer lightnings gleam not so,
As life with ever varying flow

The tender bosom thrills.

And memory is unmixt with pain,

Though consciousness they still retain

Of joys they left behind : Whate'er on earth they held most dear, To pure enjoyment hallow'd here

In golden dream they find.

Suffusa multâ luce rosaria;

Sparsimque pratis asphodeli calyx

Effulget, æternique rore

Se recreans amaranthus ævi.

Argenteorum leniter amnium
Labuntur oras ad virides aquæ;
Auditur occulto recessu

Unda cadens, aviumque cantus,

Et mota blando chorda Favonio.

Haud finis ullus temporis aut loci;
Utcunque mutavere sedes,

Arva patent vacuique campi.

Et tædiorum gens ea nescii:

Estiva non tam fulgura luserint,
Quam vita pertentat beatos
Perpetuâ vice gaudiorum.

Impune mentes præteritum movet,
Et sæpe dulci ludit imagine,

Ut si quid in terris amâssent

Sanctius et melius resurgat.