When he was known the thickening crowd among, By the strange arms he wore and scaly hide, There, where the aged sires and feebler throng.
Listened to each new tale on every side;
Heaven-high groan, moan, and lamentation rung, And loud they beat their lifted palms and cried:
While those who had the strength to fly aloof, Sought safety not from house or temple's roof.
