That driv'n by Storms, and pouring o'er the Plain, Swept Herds, and Hinds, and Houfes to the Main. Thro' the brown Horrors of the Night he fled, Nor knows, amaz'd, what doubtful Path to tread, His Brother's Image to his Mind appears, Inflames his Heart with Rage, and wings his Feet [with Fears. So fares a Sailor on the ftormy Main, When Clouds conceal Bootes' golden Wain, MeM [flies. Thus ftrove the Chief on ev'ry fide diftrefs'd, Thus ftill his Courage, with his Toils, encreas'd; With his broad Shield oppos'd, he forc'd his way Thro' thickest Woods, and rouz'd the Beasts of [Prey. Till he beheld, where from Lariffa's Height On the cold Marble spent with Toil he lies, Adraftus here his happy People sways, Bleft with calm Peace in his declining Days, By both his Parents of Defcent divine, Great Jove and Phœbus grac'd his noble Line Heav'n had not crown'd his Wishes with a Son, But two fair Daughters heir'd his State and Throne. To him Apollo (wondrous to relate! But who can pierce into the Depths of Fate?) Had fung" Expect thy Sons on Argos' Shore, "A Yellow Lyon and a bristly Boar, This, long revolv'd in his Paternal Breast, Sate heavy on his Heart, and broke his Reft; This, great Amphiaraus, lay hid from thee, Tho' skill'd in Fate and dark Futurity.yol The Father's Care and Prophet's Art were vain, For thus did the Predicting God ordain. Lo hapless Tydeus, whofe ill-fated Hand Had flain his Brother, leaves his Native Land, And feiz'd with Horror,'midst the Shades of Night, Thro' the thick Defarts headlong urg'd his Flight; Now by the Fury of the Tempest driv❜n, He feeks a Shelter from th' inclement Heav'n, Till led by Fate, the Theban's Steps he treads, And to fair Argos open Court fucceeds. When When thus the Chiefs from diff'rent Lands re [fort T'Adraftus' Realms and Hofpitable Court, Struck with the Sight, and fix'd in deep Amaze, The King th'accomplish'd Oracle furveys, Reveres Apollo's vocal Caves, and owns The guiding Godhead, and his future Sons. O'er all his Bofom facred Transports reign, And a glad Horror fhoots through ev'ry Vein: To Heav'n he lifts his Hands, erects his Sight, And thus invokes the filent Queen of Night. [Reign Goddefs of Shades, beneath whofe gloomy The Sable Flock fhall fall beneath the Stroke, |