Whose strong defence proud tow’ring cities share, While roaring lions whirl thy mighty car! […] kindly second this auspicious sign, And grace thy Phrygians with thy aid divine. […] Bacchus, on thee we call, in hymns divine, And hang thy statues on the lofty pine. […] Beneath thy arm Nemea’s lion fell; Thy arm with terror fill’d the realms of hell. […] Odin, mark thy stern avenger!