And that the grateful Gods at last, The race of his laborious Virtue past, Heaven, which he sav'd, should to him give, Where marry'ed to eternal Youth he should for ever live; Drink Nectar with the Gods, and all his senses please In their harmonious golden Palaces. Walk with ineffable Delight Through the thick Groves of never-withering Light, And he walks affright The Lyon and the Bear, Bull, Centaur, Scorpion, all the radiant Monsters there. |