"Scarce o'er my cheeks the callow down had crept, With wondering awe I viewed the Trojan train, And gazed at Priam.

But Anchises stepped The tallest.

Boyish ardour made me fain To greet the hero, and his hand to strain.
I ventured, and to Pheneus brought my guest.
A Lycian case of arrows, bridles twain, All golden--Pallas holds them,--and a vest And scarf of broidered gold his parting thanks expressed.
XXIII.

"Take then the hand thou seekest; be it thine, The plighted pact; and when to-morrow's ray Shall chase the shadows, and the dawn shall shine, Aid will I give you, and due stores purvey, And send you hence rejoicing on your way.
Meanwhile, since Heaven forbids us to postpone These yearly rites, and we are friends, be gay And share with us the banquet.

Sit ye down,-- Behold, the boards are spread,--and make the feast your own." XXIV.