On their great hosts, and breaks their tottering walls:
Arrests their navies on the ocean’s plain,
And whelms their strength with mountains of the main.
Ponder, oh judges! in your inmost thought
The retribution by his vengeance wrought.
Invisible, the gods are ever nigh,
Pass through the midst, and bend th’ all-seeing eye:
The men who grind the poor, who wrest the right,
Awless of heaven’s revenge, stand naked to their sight.
For thrice ten thousand [60]holy demons rove