Shouts and games Gladden the streets; glad matrons chant the strain At every altar, and the steers are slain.
He takes the offerings, and reviews the throng, Throned in the portal of Apollo's fane.
Below, the captive nations march along, Diverse in arms and garb, and each of different tongue.
XCIV.

Wild Nomads, Africans uncinctured came, Carians, Gelonian bowmen, and behind The Leleges, the Dahae, hard to tame, The Morini, extreme of human-kind.
Last, proud Araxes, whom no bridge could bind, Euphrates humbled, and the horned Rhine.
All this, by Vulcan on the shield designed, He sees, and, gladdening at the gift divine, Upbears aloft the fame and fortunes of his line..