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Rh His fragrant Breath perfumes the Ev'ning Skies,

And turn'd to him the Sylvan Strains a rise;

A pointed Jav'lin in his Hand he bears,

And on his Head a golden Helmet wears.

For then begins the stern Bellona's Rage,

And hostile Realms in Bloody Wars engage:

His calm Approach revives the peaceful Plain,

But leads on Death where Discord holds its Reign.