Homer's Hymn to Minerva
I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes,Athenian Pallas! tameless, chaste, and wise,Tritogenia, town-preserving Maid,Revered and mighty; from his awful headWhom Jove brought forth, in warlike armour dressed,Golden, all radiant! wonder strange possessedThe everlasting Gods that Shape to see,Shaking a javelin keen, impetuouslyRush from the crest of Aegis-bearing Jove;Fearfully Heaven was shaken, and did moveBeneath the might of the Cerulean-eyed;Earth dreadfully resounded, far and wide;And, lifted from its depths, the sea swelled highIn purple billows, the tide suddenlyStood still, and great Hyperion's son long timeChecked his swift steeds, till, where she stood sublime,Pallas from her immortal shoulders threwThe arms divine; wise Jove rejoiced to view.Child of the Aegis-bearer, hail to thee,Nor thine nor others' praise shall unremembered be.
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