Let all thy might thy serpent form invest.”
XXIX.
He said; then turning to the throngs he spoke:
“Brothers! dark tempests overcast our sky;
The characters upon Cohannet’s rock
Set bounds in vain; the stranger doth defy
And break our spells; dread Chepian feels the shock;
In wrath he sees the approaching deity
Of the pale man—and, in his coming stride,
Feels scathe and death to his dominion wide.