Nile.
"Help me I pray! relieve my trembling dread.
"Thee, goddess, once I saw; and with thee all
"Those images beheld; them all I know:
"Thy train, thy torches, and thy timbrels loud.
"And with a mindful soul thy words I mark'd.
"That she enjoys the light, that I myself,
"Not sinful suffer, to thy counsels, we,
"And admonitions owe. Pity us both;
"Grant us thy helping aid."--Tears follow'd words.
Straight seem'd the goddess' altars all to shake;
(And shake they did) trembled the temple's doors;
The lunar horns blaz'd bright; the timbrels rung.

Forth goes the mother, of the omen glad,
Yet not in faith secure. Iphis pursues
His mother with a step more large than wont:
The snow-like whiteness quits his face; his strength
Increases; fiercer frowns his forehead wears:
Shorten'd his uncomb'd locks: more vigor now
Than as a nymph he felt. For thou, a boy
Now art--so late a female! Bear thy gifts
Straight to the temple; and in faith rejoice.
Straight to the temple they their offerings bore,
And on them this short poem was inscrib'd.--
"Iphis a boy, the offerings pays, which maid,
"Iphis had vow'd."--The following sun illum'd
The wide world with his rays; when Venus came,
Juno, and Hymen, to the genial fires;
And the boy Iphis his Iaenthe clasp'd.

*The Tenth Book.*

Marriage of Orpheus and Eurydice. Her death. Descent of Orpheus
to Hell, to recover her. Her second loss. His mournful music on
mount Haemus draws the trees, birds, and beasts around him. Change
of Cyparissus to a cypress-tree. Song of Orpheus. Ganymede.
Hyacinth changed to a flower. The Amanthians to oxen. The
Propaetides to flints. Pygmalion's statue to a woman. Myrrha's
incestuous love, and transformation to a tree. Venus' love for
Adonis. Story of Atalanta and Hippomenes. Adonis changed to an
anemone.

THE *Tenth Book* OF THE METAMORPHOSES OF OVID.

Thence Hymen, in his saffron vesture clad,
Through the vast air departs; and seeks the land
Ciconian; by the voice of Orpheus call'd
Vainly. He came indeed, but with him brought
No wonted gratulations, no glad face,
Nor happy omen. And the torch he bore
Crackled in hissing smoke; nor gather'd flame
From whirling motion. Still more dire th' event
Prov'd, than the presage. As the new-made bride,
Attended by a train of Naiad nymphs,
Rov'd through the grass, a serpent's