Against his country’s foes the war to wage,
And rise the Hector of the future age!
So when, triumphant from successful toils,
Of heroes slain, he bears the reeking spoils,
Whole hosts may hail him, with deserved acclaim,
And say, This chief transcends his father’s fame;
While, pleased, amidst the general shouts of Troy,
His mother’s conscious heart o’erflows with joy.
He spoke, and, fondly gazing on her charms,
Restored the pleasing burden to her arms: