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28 What happy ages gave you birth?

What glorious sires begat such worth?

While rivers run into the deep,

While shadows o'er the hillside sweep,

While stars in heaven's fair pasture graze,

Shall live your honour, name, and praise,

Whate'er my destined home.' He ends,

And turns him to his Trojan friends;

Ilioneus with his right hand greets,

And with the left Serestus meets;

Then to the rest like welcome gave,

Brave Gyas and Cloauthus brave.

Thus as she listened, first his mien,

His sorrow next, entranced the queen,

And 'Say,' cries she, 'what cruel wrong

Pursued you, goddess-born, so long?

What violence has your navy driven

On this rude coast, of all 'neath heaven?

And are you he, on Simois' shore

Whom Venus to Anchises bore,

Æneas? Well I mind the name,

Since Teucer first to Sidon came,

Driven from his home, in hope to gain

By Belus' aid another reign,

What time my father ruled the land

Of Cyprus with a conqueror's hand.

Then first the fall of Troy I knew,

And heard of Grecia's kings, and you.

Oft, I remember, would he glow

In praise of Troy, albeit her foe;

Oft would he boast, Avith generous pride,

Himself to Troy's old line allied.

Then enter, chiefs, these friendly doors;

I too have had my fate, like yours,