THIS is included among the Homeric Hymns; but is thought to belong to the imperial period, perhaps to the fourth or fifth century A.D.
Ares, in might surpassing, gold-helmeted charioteer,
Shielded warder of cities, bronze-armoured lord of the spear,
Whose strong hand wearies never, nor the great heart in thee;
Stay of Olympus, fighter for Right, father of Victory,
Terror of all that withstand thee, champion of the leal,
Sovereign lord of valour, thy red orb thou dost wheel
Through the sevenfold paths of Heaven, above whose third great sphere
Thy fiery-breathing horses still whirl thee, year on year.
Saviour of men, and giver of gallant youth, O shine
Upon our life from above with thy own calm light divine,
Thy fortitude in battle. Oh might I shake from me
The bitterness of evil, and bend obediently
My heart's deceiving passions, its violence control,
That drives me to hideous conflict. Give courage to my soul,
Thou Blessed One, and the kindly reign of Peace for evermore,
Away from the clash of battle and the brutal dooms of war.
Says this gravestone sorrow-laden: 'Death has taken to his keeping,
In the first flower of her springtime, little Theódotē.'
But the little one makes answer to her father: 'Cease from weeping,
Theódotus. Unhappy all men must often be.'
( Anth. Pal., VII, 481.)
A Lydian I, a Lydian slave; and yet, O master,
To Tīmanthes, your old fosterer, a freeman's tomb you gave.
Long be your life, dear lord, fair days without disaster;
And if, grey-haired, you follow, I am yours yet in the grave.
( Anth. Pal., VII, 178.)