To curse the strangers every charm was tried?

How, at your mutterings, the moon’s pale beam

Retired from Heaven, and backward rushed the tide?

How I appeared, and, by the embers’ gleam,

To the hard rock my lance’s point applied,

And scored my mandate—saying to the foe,

Thus far thy gods may come—no further go?[19]

[19] See [note].

XXXIII.

“‘Rouse, Prophet, rouse! A stranger now doth dare