What god shall Rome invoke to stayHer fall? Can suppliance overbearThe ear of Vesta, turn'd awayFrom chant and prayer?Who comes, commission'd to atoneFor crime like ours? at length appear,A cloud round thy bright shoulders thrown,Apollo seer!Or Venus, laughter-loving dame,Round whom gay Loves and Pleasures fly;Or thou, if slighted sons may claimA parent's eye,O weary with thy long, long game,Who lov'st fierce shouts and helmets bright,And Moorish warrior's glance of flameOr e'er he smite!Or Maia's son, if now awhileIn youthful guise we see thee here,Caesar's avenger—such the styleThou deign'st to bear;