Glooming dumbly with fear they may return.
But, Goddess, I trust! greatly dare to ask:
“Shed thy eternal charm upon my task:
Bid warfare cease; uplift thy sovereign hand;
And blissful Peace will brood o’er sea and land.
What can resist Thee?
Mars with his alarms?
Where lies the God but in thy lovely arms?
Slender throat thrown back, see, his hungry eyes
Feed upon thine with ever fresh surprise!