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262 The yearly honours we renew

But render thanks where thanks are due.

Behold yon beetling cliff o'erhung,

Those crags in wild confusion flung,

That mountain-dwelling, all forlorn,

And rocks from their foundations torn.

Beneath the hill a cavern ran

Where Cacus lived, half beast, half man:

No sunbeam e'er came in:

The wet ground reeked with fresh-spilt gore,

And human heads adorned the door

With foul and ghastly grin.

Dark Vulcan was the monster's sire:

He vomited Vulcanian fire,

And, glorying in so proud a birth,

Shook with his bulk the solid earth.

We, too, when yearning to be freed,

Found heavenly succour in our need.

At length a strong avenger came,

Alcides, in the glow of fame

From Geryon spoiled and killed:

His captured bulls he led this way

Victorious, and the stately prey

Bank-side and valley filled.

But Cacus, spurred by Furies on

To leave no wickedness undone,

Four bulls, four heifers, beauteous all,

Bears off in plunder from the stall:

And these, to hide their track, he trails

Back through the valley by their tails,

And thus, the footprints all reversed,

Conceals them in his lair accursed.

No sign, no mark the foray gave

To lead the seeker to the cave:

Till when at last Amphitryon's son

Removed his herd, their pasture done,

And stood prepared to go,