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22 Where, thro’ nine ample Mouths, pours, Wide as a Sea, and deluges the Shores; The Flood rebellows, and the Mountain roars. Yet, with his Colonies, secure he came, Rais’d ’s Walls, and gave the Realms a Name. Then fix’d his Trojan Arms; his Labours cease; And now the hoary Monarch reigns in Peace. But we, your Progeny, ordain’d to rise And share th’ eternal Honours of the Skies, To glut the Rage of one, our Vessels lost, (Hard Fate!) thrown wide, and barr’d the promis’d Coast. Are these the Palms that Virtue must obtain? And is our Empire thus restor’d again?


 * Sire of Men and Gods, superior, smil’d

On the sad Queen, and gently kiss’d his Child. Then, with those Looks that clear the clouded Skies, And calm the raging Tempest, he replies. Daughter,