In bloody combat met, from age to age,
Tamed into union, yoked in Friendship’s chain,
Draw his proud chariot round the vanquished main:
From the proud margin to the centre grew
Shelves, rocks, and whirlpools, hideous to the view.
Th’ immortal shield from Neptune she received,
When first her head above the waters heaved;
Loose floated o’er her limbs an azure vest,
A figured scutcheon glittered on her breast;
There from one parent soil, for ever young,