The man whom once, Melpomene, br Thou look'st on with benignant sight, br Shall never at the Isthmus be br A boxer eminent in fight, br Nor fares he foremost in the flight br Of Grecian cars to victory, br Nor goes with Delian laurels dight, br The man thou lov'st, Melpomene! br br Not him the Capitol shall see, br As who hath crush'd the threats and might br Of monarchs, march triumphantly; br But Fame shall crown him, in his right br Of all the Roman lyre that smite br The first; so woods of Tivoli br Proclaim him, so her waters bright, br The man thou lov'st, Melpomene! br br The sons of queenly Rome count ME, br Me too, with them whose chants delight, - br The poets' kindly company; br Now broken is the tooth of spite, br But thou, that temperest aright br The golden lyre, all, all to thee br He owes--life, fame, and fortune's height - br The man thou lov'st, Melpomene! br br ENVOY.