Like cannons roaring on a thousand hills.
A thousand chariots did the train compose:
And then the tramping of the horse arose,
Fell on the ears with dire and dreadful woe
Of those who listen’d with dismay: when lo!
The heavens open’d! * * * Vulcan struck his gong,
And all the multitude burst forth in song:
Which song appall’d th’ ambassador of earth,[130]—
The great musician, minstrel, bard of mirth,—
Who now was there with his attendant gods