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414 'Sun, and thou Land, attest my prayer,

For whom I have been fain to bear

So many a year of woe;

And Jove, Almighty Sire, and thou,

Saturnia, now at last, O now

No more Æneas' foe;

Thou too, great Mars, who rul'st the fray

By thine imperial nod,

And you, ye Springs and Floods, I pray,

Whate'er the powers that ether sway,

And ocean's every god:

If victory shall to Turnus fall,

The vanquished to Evander's wall

Their instant flight shall take:

Iulus shall the realm resign,

Nor here in Latium seed of mine

Fresh war hereafter wake:

But if, as prayers and hopes foresee,

The queen of battles smile on me,

I will not force Italia's land

To Teucrian rule to bow;

I seek no sceptre for my hand,

No diadem for my brow:

Lot race and race, unquelled and free,

Join hands in deathless amity.

My gods, my rites, I claim to bring:

Let sire Latinus still be king,

In peace and war the same;

The sons of Troy my destined town

Shall build, and fair Lavinia crown

The city with her name.'

He spoke, and nest Latinus prays

With lifted hand and heavenward gaze:

'By land, by sea, by stars I swear,

E'en as Æneas swore;

By queen Latona's princely pair,

And two-faced Janus hoar;