This household beast, that us'd the woodland grounds, Was view'd at first by the young hero's hounds, As down the stream he swam, to seek retreat In the cool waters, and to quench his heat.
Ascanius young, and eager of his game, Soon bent his bow, uncertain in his aim;But the dire fiend the fatal arrow guides, Which pierc'd his bowels thro' his panting sides.
The bleeding creature issues from the floods, Possess'd with fear, and seeks his known abodes, His old familiar hearth and household gods.
He falls; he fills the house with heavy groans, Implores their pity, and his pain bemoans.
Young Silvia beats her breast, and cries aloud For succor from the clownish neighborhood:
The churls assemble; for the fiend, who lay In the close woody covert, urg'd their way.
One with a brand yet burning from the flame, Arm'd with a knotty club another came:
Whate'er they catch or find, without their care, Their fury makes an instrument of war.
Tyrrheus, the foster father of the beast, Then clench'd a hatchet in his horny fist, But held his hand from the descending stroke, And left his wedge within the cloven oak, To whet their courage and their rage provoke.
And now the goddess, exercis'd in ill, Who watch'd an hour to work her impious will, Ascends the roof, and to her crooked horn, Such as was then by Latian shepherds borne, Adds all her breath: the rocks and woods around, And mountains, tremble at th' infernal sound.
The sacred lake of Trivia from afar, The Veline fountains, and sulphureous Nar, Shake at the baleful blast, the signal of the war.
Young mothers wildly stare, with fear possess'd, And strain their helpless infants to their breast.
The clowns, a boist'rous, rude, ungovern'd crew, With furious haste to the loud summons flew.
The pow'rs of Troy, then issuing on the plain, With fresh recruits their youthful chief sustain:
Not theirs a raw and unexperienc'd train, But a firm body of embattled men.
At first, while fortune favor'd neither side, The fight with clubs and burning brands was tried;But now, both parties reinforc'd, the fields Are bright with flaming swords and brazen shields.