Dare to be poor; accept our homely food,
Which feasted him, and emulate a god."
}
{ Then underneath a lowly roof he led
{ The weary prince, and laid him on a bed;
{ The stuffing leaves with hides of bears o'erspread.
Now night had shed her silver dews around,
And with her sable wings embraced the ground,
When love's fair goddess, anxious for her son,
(New tumults rising, and new wars begun,)