At Thetis' suit the partial Thunderer nods; To grace her gloomy, fierce, resenting son, My hopes are frustrate, and my Greeks undone. Some future day, perhaps, he may be moved To call his blue-eyed maid his best beloved. Haste, launch thy chariot, through yon ranks to ride; Myself will arm, and thunder at thy side. Then, goddess! say, shall Hector glory then? (That terror of the Greeks, that man of men) When Juno's self, and Pallas shall appear, All dreadful in the crimson 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 the