So born was the lovely hymn that to Phœbus yet men sing.
Then, when with the dance and the song they had honoured the God, they swore,
By the holy libations taking the oath, that evermore
They would stand each one by his fellow, and help in unity.
On the victims laid they their hands as they spake; and yet may ye see
A temple to gracious Unity there, which their own hands reared
In the day that they took for their wayfaring-fellow the Goddess revered.
And now when the dawn of the third day came, a fresh strong wind {720}
From the west upsprang, and they left the island-cliffs behind.
Overagainst the mouth of the river Sangarius then,