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And gave them of her own fierce milk,
gore. Twenty winters, twenty springs,
Since then have rolled away ; And to-day the dead are living:
The lost are found to-day.
So they marched along the lake ;
They marched by fold and stall, By corn-field and by vineyard,
Unto the old man's hall.
In the hall-gate sate Capys,
Capys the sightless seer;
As Romulus drew near.
flashed fire: “ Hail ! foster child of the wondrous nurse!
Hail! son of the wondrous sire!
“ But thou-what dost thou here
In the old man's peaceful hall ? What doth the eagle in the coop,
The bison in the stall ?
Our corn fills many a garner;
Our vines clasp many a tree; Our flocks are white on many a hill;
But these are not for thee.
“From sunrise until sunset
All earth shall hear thy fame: A glorious city thou shalt build,
And name it by thy name:
Like Vesta's sacred fire,
The spirit of thy sire.
“The ox toils through the furrow,
Obedient to the goad;
Plods with his weary load:
His master's whistle hears;
To the loud clashing shears.
“But thy nurse will hear no master,
Thy nurse will bear no load; And woe to them that shear her,
And woe to them that goad! When all the pack, loud baying,
Her bloody lair surrounds, She dies in silence, biting hard,
Amidst the dying hounds.
“ Pomona loves the orchard ;
And Liber loves the wine;
And Pales loves the straw-built shed
Warm with the breath of kine;
Of plighted youth and maid,
Beneath the chesnut shade.
Of broadsword and of shield:
From the fresh battle-field:
Than his own dreadful frown,
Go up from the conquered town. “And such as is the War-god,
The author of thy line,
Even such be thou and thine.
His bath and his perfumes;
Their dyeing-vats and looms;
The rudder and the oar;
And scrolls of wordy lore.
Roman, the sword is thine,
The legion's ordered line;
Which, with their laurelled train,
To Jove's eternal fane.
“ Beneath thy voke the Volscian
Shall vail his lofty brow: Soft Capua's curled revellers
Before thy chairs shall bow: The Lncumoes of Arnus
Shall quake thy rods to see; And the proud Samnite's heart of steel
Shall yield to only thee.
“ The Gaul shall come against thee
From the land of snow and night; Thou shalt give his fair-haired armies
To the raven and the kite.
“ The Greek shall come against thee,
The conqueror of the East. Beside him stalks to battle
The huge earth-shaking beast, The beast on whom the castle
With all its guards doth stand, The beast who hath between his eyes
The serpent for a hand. First march the bold Epirotes,
Wedged close with shield and spear; And the ranks of false Tarentum
Are glittering in the rear.
“ The ranks of false Tarentum
Like hunted sheep shall fly: In vain the bold Epirotes
Shall round their standards die : And Apennine's grey vultures
Shall have a noble feast On the fat and the eyes
Of the huge earth-shaking beast.
“Hurrah ! for the good weapons
That keep the War-god's land.
In a stout Roman hand.
That through the thick array
Hews deep its gory way.
“ Then where, o’er two bright havens,
The towers of Corinth frown; Where the gigantic King of Day
On his own Rhodes looks down;
Beneath the laurel shades;
Of dark-red colonnades;
Sheltered from waves and blasts, Bristles the dusky forest
Of Byrsa's thousand masts;
Amidst the northern ice;
The camel bears the spice;
Far o'er the western foam,