Yet, mad with zeal, and blinded with our fate, We haul along the horse in solemn state; Then place the dire portent within the tow’r.
An emulating zeal inspires his train: They run; they snatch; they rush into the main.
The pious prince, surpris’d at what he view’d, The fun’ral honors with more zeal renew’d, Doubtful if this place’s genius were, Or guardian of his father’s sepulcher.
He said, and rose; as holy zeal inspires, He rakes hot embers, and renews the fires; His country gods and Vesta then adores With cakes and incense, and their aid implores.
With spears afar, with swords at hand, they strike; And zeal of slaughter fires their souls alike.
But when the rage of hunger was repress’d, Thus spoke Evander to his royal guest: "These rites, these altars, and this feast, O king, From no vain fears or superstition spring, Or blind devotion, or from blinder chance, Or heady zeal, or brutal ignorance; But, sav’d from danger, with a grateful sense, The labors of a god we recompense.