Hermes steers his airy way, And stoops on Hellespont's resounding sea. A beauteous youth, majestic and divine, He seem'd; fair offspring of some princely line! Now twilight veil'd the glaring face of day, And clad the dusky fields in sober grey; What time the herald and the hoary king (Their chariots stopping at the silver spring, That circling Ilus' ancient marble flows) Allow'd their mules and steeds a short repose, Through the dim shade the herald first espies A man's approach, and thus to Priam cries: "I mark some foe's advance: O king! beware; This hard adventure claims thy utmost care! For much I fear destruction hovers nigh: Our state asks counsel; is it best to fly? Or old and helpless, at his feet to fall, Two wretched suppliants, and for mercy call?" The afflicted monarch shiver'd with despair; Pale grew his face, and upright stood his hair; Sunk was his heart; his colour went and came; A sudden trembling shook his aged frame: When Hermes, greeting, touch'd his royal hand, And, gentle, thus accosts with kind demand: "Say whither, father! when each mortal sight Is seal'd in sleep, thou wanderest through the night? Why roam thy mules and steeds the plains along, Through Grecian foes, so numerous and so strong? What couldst thou hope, should these thy treasures view; These, who with endless hate thy race pursue? For what defence, alas! could'st thou provide; Thyself not young, a weak old man thy guide? Yet suffer not thy soul to sink with dread; From me no harm shall touch thy reverend head; From Greece I'll guard thee too; for in those lines The living image of my father shines." "Thy words, that speak benevolence of mind, Are true, my son! (the godlike sire rejoin'd:) Great are my hazards; but the gods survey My steps, and send thee, guardian of my way. Hail, and be bless'd! For scarce of mortal kind Appear thy form, thy feature, and thy mind." "Nor true are all thy wor