On Libyan plains beside Tritonian pools,[n26]
Thy natal flood, with forward foot firm planted,
Erect, or with decorous stole high-seated,[n27]
Thy friends thou aidest, or with practised eye
The ordered battle on Phlegrean fields
Thou musterest[n28]—come!—for gods can hear from far—
And from these woes complete deliverance send!
Chorus.
Not all Apollo’s, all Athena’s power
Shall aid thee. Thou, of gods and men forsook,