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12 Antenor from the Greeks could scape,

Mid Hadria's deep recesses shape

His dangerous journey, and surmount

The perils of Timavus' fount,

Where with the limestone's reboant roar

Through nine loud mouths the sea-waves pour,

And all the fields are deluged o'er:

Yet here he built Patavium's town,

His nation named, his arms laid down,

Now rests in honour and renown:

We, thine own race, on whom thy word

Olympian glories has conferred,

Our vessels lost, O shame untold!

Are traitorously bought and sold,

Still from Italia kept apart

To pacify one jealous heart.

Lo! piety with honour graced,

A monarch on his throne replaced!'

With that refulgence in his eye

Which soothes the humours of the sky

Jove on his daughter's lips impressed

A gracious kiss, then thus addressed:

'Queen of Cythera! spare thy pain:

Thy children's fates unmoved remain:

Thine eyes shall have their pledged desire

And see Lavinium's walls aspire:

Thine arms at length shall bear on high

To bright possession in the sky

Æneas the high-souled: nor aught

Has turned the channel of my thought.

He—for I now will speak thee sooth,

Vexed as thou art by sorrow's tooth,

Will ope the volume and relate

The far-off oracles of Fate—

Fierce war in Italy shall wage,

Shall quell her peoples' patriot rage,