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194 Autolycus by fraudful rapine won,

And gave Amphidamas; from him the prize

Molus received, the pledge of social ties;

The helmet next by Merion was possessed,

And now Ulysses' thoughtful temples pressed.

Thus sheathed in arms, the council they forsake,

And dark through paths oblique their progress take.

Just then, in sign she favoured their intent,

A long-winged heron great Minerva sent:

This, though surrounding shades obscured their view,

By the shrill clang and whistling wings, they knew.

As from the right she soared, Ulysses prayed,

Hailed the glad omen, and addressed the Maid:

"O daughter of that god, whose arm can wield

The avenging bolt, and shake the dreadful shield!

O thou! for ever present in my way,

Who all my motions, all my toils, survey!

Safe may we pass beneath the gloomy shade,

Safe by thy succour to our ships conveyed;

And let some deed this signal night adorn,

To claim the tears of Trojans yet unborn."

Then godlike Diomed preferred his prayer:

"Daughter of Jove, unconquered Pallas! hear,

Great queen of arms, whose favour Tydeus won,

As thou defend'st the sire, defend the son.

When on Æsopus' banks the banded powers

Of Greece he left, and sought the Theban towers,

Peace was his charge; received with peaceful show,

He went a legate, but returned a foe:

Then helped by thee, and covered by thy shield,

He fought with numbers, and made numbers yield.

So now be present, O celestial Maid!

So still continue to the race thine aid! A youthful steer shall fall beneath the stroke, Untamed, unconscious of the galling yoke, With ample forehead, and with spreading horns, Whose taper tops refulgent gold adorns." The heroes prayed, and Pallas, from the skies, Accords their vow, succeeds their enterprise. Now like two lions panting for the prey, With deathful thoughts they trace the dreary way, Through the black horrors of the ensanguined plain, Through dust, through blood, o'er arms, and hills of slain. Nor less bold Hector, and the sons of Troy, On high designs the wakeful hours employ; The assembled peers their lofty chief enclosed; Who thus the counsels of his breast proposed: