“Father of gods and men, whose thunders roll
O’er the cerulean vault, and shake the pole: 
Whoe’er from Heaven has gain’d this rare ostent
(Of granted vows a certain signal sent),
In this blest moment of accepted prayer,
Piteous, regard a wretch consumed with care! 
Instant, O Jove! confound the suitor-train,
For whom o’ertoil’d I grind the golden grain: 
Far from this dome the lewd devourers cast,
And be this festival decreed their last!”

Big with their doom denounced in earth and sky,
Ulysses’ heart dilates with secret joy. 
Meantime the menial train with unctious wood
Heap’d high the genial hearth, Vulcanian food: 
When, early dress’d, advanced the royal heir;
With manly grasp he waved a martial spear;
A radiant sabre graced his purple zone,
And on his foot the golden sandal shone. 
His steps impetuous to the portal press’d;
And Euryclea thus he there address’d: 

“Say thou to whom my youth its nurture owes,
Was care for due refection and repose
Bestow’d the stranger-guest?  Or waits he grieved,
His age not honour’d, nor his wants relieved? 
Promiscuous grace on all the queen confers
(In woes bewilder’d, oft the wisest errs). 
The wordy vagrant to the dole aspires,
And modest worth with noble scorn retires.”

She thus:  “O cease that ever-honour’d name
To blemish now:  it ill deserves your blame,
A bowl of generous wine sufficed the guest;
In vain the queen the night refection press’d;
Nor would he court repose in downy state,
Unbless’d, abandon’d to the rage of Fate! 
A hide beneath the portico was spread,
And fleecy skins composed an humble bed;
A downy carpet cast with duteous care,
Secured him from the keen nocturnal air.”

His cornel javelin poised with regal port,
To the sage Greeks convened in Themis’ court,
Forth-issuing from the dome the prince repair’d;
Two dogs of chase, a lion-hearted guard,
Behind him sourly stalked.  Without delay
The dame divides the labour of the day;
Thus urging to the toil the menial train;

“What marks of luxury the marble stain
Its wonted lustre let the floor regain;
The seats with purple clothe in order due;
And let the abstersive sponge the board renew;
Let some refresh the vase’s sullied mould;
Some bid the goblets boast their native gold;
Some to the spring, with each a jar, repair,
And copious waters pure for bathing bear;
Dispatch! for soon the suitors will essay
The lunar feast-rites to the god of day.”

She said:  with duteous haste a bevy fair
Of twenty virgins to the spring repair;
With varied toils the rest adorn the dome. 
Magnificent, and blithe, the suitors come. 
Some wield the sounding axe; the dodder’d oaks
Divide, obedient to the forceful strokes. 
Soon from the fount, with each a brimming urn
(Eumaeus in their train), the maids return. 
Three porkers for the feast, all brawny-chined,
He brought; the choicest of the tusky-kind;
In lodgments first secure his care he viewed,
Then to the king this friendly speech renew’d: 
“Now say sincere, my guest! the suitor-train
Still treat thy worth with lordly dull disdain;
Or speaks their deed a bounteous mind humane?”