A mighty leader, in Sicilia’s flood, Great Pompey’s warlike son, shall be subdued; Egypt’s soft queen, adorn’d with fatal charms, Shall mourn her soldiers’ unsuccessful arms: Too late shall find her swelling hopes were vain, And know that Rome o’er Memphis still must reign: What name I Afric, or Nile’s hidden head For as both oceans roll, his power shall spread: All the known earth to him shall homage pay, And the seas own his universal sway: When cruel war no more disturbs mankind, To civil studies shall he bend his mind; With equal justice guardian laws ordain, And by his great example vice restrain: Where will his bounty or his goodness end? To times unborn his generous views extend; The virtues of his heir our praise engage, And promise blessings to the coming age: Late shall he in his kindred orbs be placed, With Pylian years, and crowded honours graced. Meantime, your hero’s fleeting spirit bear, Fresh from his wounds, and change it to a star: So shall great Julius rites divine assume, And from the skies eternal smile on Rome.”