Then through the world of waters they repair (The way fair Iris led) to upper air. The deeps dividing, o’er the coast they rise, And touch with momentary flight the skies. There in the lightning’s blaze the sire they found, And all the gods in shining synod round. Thetis approach’d with anguish in her face, (Minerva rising, gave the mourner place,) Even Juno sought her sorrows to console, And offer’d from her hand the nectar-bowl: She tasted, and resign’d it: then began The sacred sire of gods and mortal man: