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And then the priests, and chief thereof, Potitius, thither came,
All clad in skins, as due it was, and bearing forth the flame.

Wreathe round your hair, put forth your hands and raise the cup on high!

'All shaggy rough, his shoulders clad with Herculean cloak.'

'Fast stands the stumbling-block of war, and hand to hand they fight'

health and wealth of fat and fruitful land.

'Ah!' cries Iulus, 'so to-day we eat up board and all.'

O children, in such evil war let not your souls be spent,

Who breaks his country's sleep and stirs the slothful men to fight

'Go forth, our glory, go and gain the better fate I lack!'