At this, the sire embraced the maid
again,
So sadly lost, so lately sought in
vain.
Then near the altar of the darting
king,
Disposed in rank their hecatomb they
bring;
With water purify their hands, and
take
The sacred offering of the salted
cake;
While thus with arms devoutly raised
in air,
And
solemn voice, the priest directs his prayer:
"God of the silver bow, thy ear
incline,
Whose power incircles Cilla the
divine;
Whose sacred eye thy Tenedos
surveys,
And gilds fair Chrysa with
distinguish'd rays!
If, fired to vengeance at thy
priest's request,
Thy direful darts inflict the raging
pest:
Once more attend! avert the wasteful
woe,
And
smile propitious, and unbend thy bow."
n
Here the ritual is shown to be a
cleansing carthesis of the way of the kazdoms and the divinely fair. The hands are washed and the altar used in
the portable temple brought by the sage and his people. Here cupid is beseeched to rectify the wounds
and hearts of those who have lost true love.
A request for redemption is prayed for. This is to make everyone involved happy, well the good ones.
from :http://www.gutenberg.org/files/6130/6130-h/6130-h.html#toc5
from :http://www.gutenberg.org/files/6130/6130-h/6130-h.html#toc5
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