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( 26 ) Thy som must fall by too severe a doom; 460 Sure, to so short a race of glory born, Great Jove in justice should this span adorn, Honour and fame at least the Thunderer ow'd, And ill he pays the promise of a god; If you proud monarch thus thy som defies, Obscure; my glories, and resumes my prize. Far in the deep recesses of the main, Where aged Ocean holds his watery reign, The goddess-mother heard. The waves divide, * And like a mist she rose abové the tide; 470 Beheld him mourning on the naked shores, And theo-oka-sorrows of his soul explores: Why grieves my son ? Τh y unguish let me share, 'Reveal the cause, and trust a parent's care. He, deeply sighing, said: To tell my woe, Is but to mention"what too well you know. From Thebe, sacred to Aposto 's name (Aëtion's realm), our conquering army canae,