Low bending to the earth: the warriors axe
Lopt it at once from the parental stem.
This as a sacred relick was consigned
To Argus' hands, an image meet to frame
Of Rhea, dread Divinity, who ruled
Over Bithynia's mountains. With rude art
He smooth'd and fashion'd it in homely guise.
Then on a high and lonely promontory
Rear'd it amid a tall and stately grove
Of antient beeches. Next of stones unwrought