walks of war! What mighty Trojan then, on yonder shore, Expiring, pale, and terrible no more, Shall feast the fowls, and glut the dogs with gore?" She ceased, and Juno rein'd the steeds with care: (Heaven's awful empress, Saturn's other heir:) Pallas, meanwhile, her various veil unbound, With flowers adorn'd, with art immortal crown'd; The radiant robe her sacred fingers wove Floats in rich waves, and spreads the court of Jove. Her father's arms her mighty limbs invest, His cuirass blazes on her ample breast. The vigorous power the trembling car ascends: Shook by her arm, the massy javelin bends: Huge, ponderous, strong! that when her fury burns Proud tyrants humbles, and whole hosts o'erturns. Saturnia lends the lash; the coursers fly; Smooth glides the chariot through the liquid sky. Heaven's gates spontaneous open to the powers, Heaven's golden gates, kept by the winged Hours. Commission'd in alternate watch they stand, The sun's bright portals and the skies command; Close, or unfold, the eternal gates of day Bar heaven with clouds, or roll those clouds away. The sounding hinges ring, the clouds divide. Prone down the steep of heaven their course they guide. But Jove, incensed, from Ida's top survey'd, And thus enjoin'd the many-colour'd maid. [Illustration: JUNO AND MINERVA GOING TO ASSIST THE GREEKS.] JUNO AND MINERVA GOING TO ASSIST THE GREEKS. "Thaumantia! mount the winds, and stop their car; Against the highest who shall wage the war? If furious yet they dare the vain debate, Thus have I spoke, and what I speak is fate: Their coursers crush'd beneath the wheels shall lie, Their car in fragments, scatter'd o'er the sky: My lightning these rebellious shall confound, And hurl them flaming, headlong, to the ground, Condemn'd for ten revolving years to weep The wounds impress'd by burning thunder deep. So shall Minerva learn to fear our ire, Nor dare to comb