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Thus far Minerva was content to rove

With Perseus, offspring of her father Jove:

Now hid in clouds Seriphus she forsook,

And to the Theban towers her journey took;

Cythnos and Gyaros, lying to the right,

She pass’d unheeded in her eager flight;

And choosing first on Helicon to rest,

The virgin muses in these words address’d:

“Me the strange tidings of a new-found spring,

Ye learned sisters, to this mountain bring.

If all the true that Fame’s wide rumours tell,

’Twas Pegasus discover’d first your well;

Whose piercing hoof gave the soft earth a blow,

Which broke the surface where these waters flow.

I saw that horse by miracle obtain

Life, from the blood of dire Medusa slain;

And now this equal prodigy to view,

From distant isles to famed Boeotia few.”

The muse Urania said: “Whatever cause

So great a goddess to this mansion draws,

Our shades are happy with so bright a guest;

You, queen, are welcome, and we muses bless’d.

What Fame has publish’d of our spring is true;

Thanks for our spring to Pegasus are due.”

Then with becoming courtesy, she led

The curious stranger to their fountain’s head,

Who long survey’d, with wonder and delight,

Their sacred water, charming to the sight;

Their ancient groves, dark grottoes, shady bowers,

And smiling plains, adorn’d with various flowers.

“O happy muses!” she with rapture cried,

“Who, safe from cares, on this fair hill reside;

Bless’d in your seat, and free, yourselves to please

With joys of study, and with glorious ease.”