[With turtle wing] the amorous clouds dividing; 50
And, waving wide her myrtle wand,
She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
IV.
No war, or battle’s sound,
Was heard the world around;
The idle spear and shield were high uphung; 55
[The hooked chariot] stood,
Unstained with hostile blood;
The trumpet spake not to the armed throng;