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230 Sure heaven resumes the little sense it lent.

What coward counsels would thy madness move,

Against the word, the will revealed of Jove?

The leading sign, the irrevocable nod, And happy thunders of the favouring god, These shall I slight? and guide my wavering mind By wandering birds, that flit with every wind? Ye vagrants of the sky! your wings extend, Or where the suns arise, or where descend; To right, to left, unheeded take your way, While I the dictates of high heaven obey. Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, And asks no omen but his country's cause. But why shouldst thou suspect the war's success? None fears it more, as none promotes it less: Though all our chiefs amid yon ships expire, Trust thy own cowardice to escape their fire. Troy and her sons may find a general grave, But thou canst live, for thou canst be a slave. Yet should the fears that wary mind suggests Spread their cold poison through our soldiers' breasts, My javelin can revenge so base a part, And free the soul that quivers in thy heart." Furious he spoke, and, rushing to the wall, Calls on his host; his host obey the call; With ardour follow where their leader flies: Redoubling clamours thunder in the skies. Jove breathes a whirlwind from the hills of Ide, And drifts of dust the clouded navy hide: He fills the Greeks with terror and dismay, And gives great Hector the predestined day. Strong in themselves, but stronger in his aid, Close to the works their rigid siege they laid; In vain the mounds and massy beams defend, While these they undermine, and those they rend; Upheave the piles that prop the solid wall; And heaps on heaps the smoky ruins fall. Greece on her ramparts stands the fierce alarms; The crowded bulwarks blaze with waving arms, Shield touching shield, a long refulgent row; Whence hissing darts, incessant, rain below. The bold Ajaces fly from tower to tower, And rouse, with flame divine, the Grecian power; The generous impulse every Greek obeys; Threats urge the fearful; and the valiant, praise.

"Fellows in arms! whose deeds are known to fame, And you whose ardour hopes an equal name! Since not alike endued with force or art, Behold a day when each may act his part: