But hark, a voice soft-warbling strikes my ear!
"Behold, O man, fair Virtue's ample meed;
" Behold these radiant plains, this star-girt sphere,
"By righteous Jove her portion are decreed!
" Mould not, ah mould not then in idle cell,
"But strive these rapturous mansions to attain;
" Here all the wise, the brave, the virtuous dwell,
"Eternal ages free from care and pain;
"Here in Elysian seats, their calm abodes,
" Live in communion blest, with heroes and with gods!