Behold! the god approaching nigh,
His face with deadly paleness fraught,
No pleasure sparkling in his eye;
A thinking being void of thought.
And next his car, so! madd’ning rage,
(Prepar’d on rape or murder to engage)
High brandishes his angry arm,
And spreads around the dire alarm.
While white-rob’d Virtue, child of Heav’n!
Whose pow’rs untainted joys obtain,