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Where was the spirit of the victor-throng, Whose tombs are glorious by Scamander's tide, Whose names are bright in everlasting song, The lords of war, the praised, the deified? Where he, the hero of a thousand lays, Who from the dead at Marathon arose All armed, and, beaming on th' Athenian's gaze, A battle-meteor, guided to their foes?
Turn Thy pinions' flight toward far Scamander's bank! A shepherd there is weeping o'er the grave Of his loved shepherdess. No one shall weep When Zeus is loving: Call the dead to life! ZEUS. Stay!
For by saying "rolling" he notes the force of the wave rushing on from above, but the wind "driving" signifies a force applied to what is higher, coming from what is lower. Who sent from Heav'n a show'r of blood-stained rain, But to the ground some drops of blood let fall, Whose blood, beside Scamander's flowing stream, Fierce Mars has shed, while to the viewless shade Their spirits are gone,
And by the same word we are to understand also weapons made of hardened brass, in those verses of Homer, These, are the gallant men whose noble blood Keen Mars did shed near swift Scamander's flood. Wherefore, in conformity to the instances given, we must conceive and bear in mind that by the names of Jupiter also sometimes they mean the god himself, sometimes Fortune, and oftentimes also Fate.
Cluentius, who had put up with many provocations from his mother's husband, now felt that his life was in danger, and determined to defend himself. He indicted Scamander for an attempt to poison. The man was found guilty. Last of all Oppianicus, the chief criminal, was attacked. Scamander's trial had warned him of his danger, and he had labored to bring about the man's acquittal.
Atreus' son, the army's head, Told the people's numbers o'er, Whom he, as their captain, led To Scamander's vale of yore. Sorrow's black and heavy clouds Passed across the monarch's brow: Of those vast and valiant crowds, Oh, how few were left him now! Joyful songs let each one raise, Who will see his home again, In whose veins the life-blood plays, For, alas! not all remain!
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