Roman and Cymbric, in numbers vast,
How they fought till the field was heaped with slain;
And how through all day the crimson tide
Of battle favored the Cymbric side,
Though their dead bestrewed the plain,
Till at length, from out of the clouded skies,
A sunbeam darted across the world,
Blinding the Cymbrian warrior’s eyes;
And backward their conquering hosts were hurled.
And thus in the record of years is told