However, the point which I wish to press,
that true prophecies are made during frenzy, has
found expression in the following lines:
It comes! it comes! that bloody torch,1 in fire
Enwrapped, though hid from sight these many years!
Bring aid, my countrymen, and quench its flames!
It is not Cassandra who next speaks, but a god in
Already, on the mighty deep is built
A navy swift that hastes with swarms of woe.
Its ships are drawing nigh with swelling sails,
And bands of savage men will fill our shores.