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 Last marches forth for Latium's sake Camilla fair, the Volscian maid, A troop of horsemen in her wake In pomp of gleaming steel arrayed; Stern warrior queen! those tender hands     5 Ne'er plied Minerva's ministries: A virgin in the fight she stands, Or winged winds in speed outvies. Nay, she might fly o'er fields of grain Nor crush in flight the tapering wheat,     10 Or skim the surface of the main, Nor let the billows touch her feet. Where'er she moves, from house and land The youths and ancient matrons throng, And fixed in greedy wonder stand     15 Beholding as she speeds along: In kingly dye that scarf was dipped: 'Tis gold confines those tresses' flow: Her pastoral wand with steel is tipped, And Lycian are her shafts and bow. 20