III.

But by the yellow Camus
Was tumult and affright:
Straightway to Pater Varius
The Trojans take their flight--
'O Varius, Father Varius,
'To whom the Trojans pray,
'The ladies are upon us!
'We look to thee this day!'


IV.

There be thirty chosen Fellows,
The wisest of the land,
Who hard by Pater Varius
To bar all progress stand:
Evening and morn the Thirty
On the Three Graces sit,
Traced from the left by fingers deft
In the great Press of Pitt.


V.

And with one voice the Thirty
Have uttered their decree--
'Go forth, go forth, great Varius,
'Oppose the Graces Three!