Each serried phalanx Terror stalks beside,
And shakes o’er crested helms his blazing pride;
While Victory, still companion of his way,
Sounds her loud trump and flaunts her banners gay.”
Further on, the Hero’s attention is attracted to the surrounding landscape, which he thus apostrophizes:—
“Ye fields for ever fair! Thou mighty stream!
Bright regions! blessed beyond the muse’s dream!
Thou fruitful womb of ever-teeming earth!
Ye fostering skies that rear each beauteous birth!
Trees, that aloft uprear your stately height,