Mother of a hundred gods?
Juno dares not give her odds:
Who had thought this clime had held
A deity so unparalleled? 25
As they come forward, the Genius of the Wood appears, and, turning toward them, speaks.
Gen. Stay, gentle Swains, for, though in this disguise,
I see bright honor sparkle through your eyes;
[Of famous Arcady ye are], and sprung
Of that renowned flood, so often sung,
[Divine Alpheus], who, by secret sluice, 30