He spake, and back, at his command, they bring The food and wine.

The chiefs, in order meet, Along the grass he ranges, and their king Leads to his throne; of maple was the seat; A lion's hide lay bristling at his feet.
Youths and the altar's minister bring wine, And heap the bread, and serve the roasted meat.
On lustral entrails and the bull's whole chine, Couched round the Trojan king, the Trojan warriors dine.
XXV.

Then, when at last desire of food had ceased, Thus spake Evander: "Lo, this solemn show, This sacred altar, and this ordered feast, No idle witchwork are they.

Well we know The ancient gods.

Saved from a fearful foe, Each year the deed we celebrate.