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14 Great Julius, proud that style to bear,

In name and blood Iulus' heir.

Him, at the appointed time, increased

With, plunder from the conquered East,

Thine arms shall welcome to the sky,

And worshippers shall find him nigh.

Then battles o'er the world shall cease,

Harsh times shall mellow into peace:

Then Vesta, Faith, Quirinus, joined

With brother Remus, rule mankind:

Grim iron bolt and massy bar

Shall close the dreadful gates of War:

Within unnatural Rage confined,

Fast bound with manacles behind,

His dark head pillowed on a heap

Of clanking armour, not in sleep,

Shall gnash his savage teeth, and roar

From lips incarnadined with gore.'

He said, and hastes from heaven to send

The son of Maia down;

Bids Carthage open to befriend

The Teucrians, realm and town,

Lest Dido, ignorant of fate,

Should drive the wanderers from her gate.

Swift Mercury cuts with feathered oar

The sky, and lights on Libya's shore.

At once he does the Sire's behest,

Each Tyrian smooths his rugged breast,

And chief the queen has thoughts of grace

And pity to the Teucrian race.

But good Æneas, through the night

Revolving many a care,

Determines with the dawn of light

Forth from the port to fare,