Then gracious Somnus, with his nightly spell

Then gracious Somnus, with his nightly spell, (Beneath whose mystic beams great monarchs bend,) Proclaim’d—the festival was at an end: The good old god, who ever-timely wise, Trod on the tender covering of their eyes; And bade them pay due homage unto night: But there was one, (the god dimm’d not his sight,) Whose breast was blazing with that nuptial flame, Which strives to ancestralize a family name; His sweet companion, buckling for the deed, Encourag’d him t’advance: her love obey’d: Fair Bapta, charitably, drew her veil, And bade the loving warriors doff their mail,— ’Twas done!—they waver’d, for the shock was great, The conflict ceas’d. Concordia, reign’d in state.