And to the snow-fed stream,
Which like impetuous Typhon,[f17] vasty pours
Its purest waves, that the salubrious shores
From pestilent taint redeem.[f18]
Here from harsh Hera’s madly-goading pest,
From hattering chase of undeserved unrest,
At length by the holy stream.
ANTISTROPHE III.
She rests. Pale terror smote their hearts who saw.
The unwonted sight beheld with startled awe