"INTEGER VITAE."

Levin Daily Chronicle, 16 June 1917, Page 3

"INTEGER VITAE."

♦ — TRANSLATION OF HORACE'S 22ND ODE. THE LIFE UNBLEMISHED. Whose life is pure, nor leans to crime, Oil, Fuscus, forth may safely go i And on his shoulder bear no bow, N'o poisoned arrow speed, nor throw Fell Moorish darts in any clime; Whether o'er Svrtes' stormy sand He makes inhospitable ways Towards Caucasus; or questing strays !n land of fabled things where laves Hydaspe's waters on her strand. Not arms alone from danger ward: Past Sabine Woods while late I strayed With LalagE, my laughing -maid, I rhymed, by danger undismayed, And watchful walked, her charms to guard. And. lo! a giant wolf in sight Beyond the wood I did espy. I was unarmed; and yet did fly | The wolf from me. With danger nigh, i Man's surest shield is conscious right. ' Love still my refuge sure shall prove When ills oppress or dangers wait; When jovs are full or blisses great; In desert drear or fruitful state— He little larks who loves his love. Far from my farm in Sabian Wood. Place mo: where houses there are none,— Scorched 'neath the chariot of tlie sun,— Or cold, where clouds for ever dun Oppress, and chill the wanderer's blood; Here. there, or any chance-brought spot— Whether at home I stay, or rove— My LalagE shall be my love ; Her laughter sweet my charm shall prove : Her converse sweet shall cheer my lot. G. P. BROWN. Lev in, J nne, 1,917. ?«awaanMM—Hgp—