At tu, seu membris emissus in ardua tendens fulgentesque plagas rerumque elementa recenses, quis deus, unde ignes, quae ducat semita solem, quae minuat Phoeben quaeque integrare latentem causa queat, notique modos extendis Arati; seu tu Lethaei secreto in gramine campi concilia heroum iuxta manesque beatos Maeonium Ascraeumque senem non segnior umbra accolis alternumque sonas et carmina misces: da vocem magno, pater, ingenium<que> dolori.
As for you, discharged from your body and soaring to the heights, do you review the shining regions and Natures elements'what is God, whence comes fire, what pathway leads the sun, what cause diminishes Phoebe and what can renew her when she hides?'continuing the music of famed Aratus? Or in the secluded herbage of Lethes meadow, among gatherings of heroes and blessed ghosts do you keep company with the old Maeonian or him of Ascra, yourself no less busy a shade, making music in turn, mingling song? Wherever you are, my father, give voice <and> skill to my great grief.
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