Still, when he went, he with him bore away
That fav’rite babe, nor fear’d she far would stray.
Arm’d with his club, she now might safely rove
Through verdant vale, or weep in shadowy grove;
For soon the dwarfs were used to bear her sight,
Knew that dread club, nor dared indulge their spite.
Still from afar off looks of rage they cast,
And shrilly squeal’d and clamour’d as she pass’d;
But by their flight when near she came, ’t was seen,
They own’d allegiance, and confess’d their queen.