Of battles fought I fain had told,And conquer'd towns, when Phoebus smoteHis harp-string: “Sooth, 'twere over-bold.To tempt wide seas in that frail boat.”Thy age, great Caesar, has restoredTo squalid fields the plenteous grain,Given back to Rome's almighty LordOur standards, torn from Parthian fane,Has closed Quirinian Janus' gate,Wild passion's erring walk controll'd,Heal'd the foul plague-spot of the state,And brought again the life of old,Life, by whose healthful power increasedThe glorious name of Latium spreadTo where the sun illumes the eastFrom where he seeks his western bed.While Caesar rules, no civil strifeShall break our rest, nor violence rude,Nor rage, that whets the slaughtering knifeAnd plunges wretched towns in feud.