Hymn XXXIII: To Victory

O powerful Victory, by men desir'd,
With adverse breasts to dreadful fury fir'd,
Thee I invoke, whose might alone can quell
Contending rage and molestation fell.
'Tis thine in battle to confer the crown,
The victor's prize, the mark of sweet renown ;
For thou rul'st all things, Victory divine !
And glorious strife, and joyful shouts are thine.
Come, mighty Goddess, and thy suppliant bless,
With sparkling eyes, elated with success ;
May deeds illustrious thy protection claim,
And find, led on by thee, immortal fame.