"Fleet left and friends, AEneas to the court Of Palatine Evander speeds his way, Nay, the far towns of Corythus hath sought, And arms the Lydian swains to meet the fray! Now call for steel and chariot.

Why delay?
Surprise the camp and capture it."-- She said, And straight on balanced pinions soared away, Cleaving the bow.

The warrior marked, and spread His hands, and thus with prayer pursued her as she fled: III.

"O Iris, Heaven's fair glory, who hath sent Thee hither?
whence this sudden light so clear?
I see the firmament asunder rent, And planets wandering in the polar sphere.
Blest omens, hail! I follow thee, whoe'er Thou art, that call'st to battle." He arose With joy, and stepping to the streamlet near, Scoops up the water in his palms, and bows In suppliance to the Gods, and burdens Heaven with vows.
IV.

Now all the host were marching on the meads, Well-horsed, and panoplied in golden gear, With broidered raiment.