Go Thaumantia,' said Jove, 'and descend from the sky, 'For Fame's golden clarion I hear;
'Go learn what great mortal's desert is so high 'As to ask notes so loud, sweet, and clear.
The goddess in haste met the starry wing'd dame, And demands why her notes she does raise?
'For the greatest of patriots and heroes,' said Fame, 'Tell Jove it is Washington's praise!'