The Bloom of Youth upon his Cheek is seen,
And where he treads fresh Flowers deck the Green;
​His fragrant Breath perfumes the Ev'ning Skies,
And turn'd to him the Sylvan Strains a rise;
A pointed Jav'lin in his Hand he bears,
And on his Head a golden Helmet wears.
For then begins the stern Bellona's Rage,
And hostile Realms in Bloody Wars engage:
His calm Approach revives the peaceful Plain,
But leads on Death where Discord holds its Reign.