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Rh Heaven and the fates' supreme behest

Impell'd them to the victim feast.

Apollo, taking hence the hoard

Which thy Carnean rites afford,

We raise the strain of fair renown

To hymn Cyrene's well-built town.

Where Trojans of Antenor's race,

All sheathed in brass, have fix'd their place.

For they with Helen came, when they survey'd

Their native soil by war in smoky ruin laid.

Approaching then th' equestrian band,

The courteous natives of the land

Receive with hospitable care,

And sacrifice with presents bear.

These Battus led, when the deep wave

To his swift ships a passage gave.

He to th' inhabitants divine

Rear'd the tall grove and ample shrine,

Making for steeds a smooth and stony way,

That the great god whose potent art

From mortals wards disease's dart,

Might all his festal pomp display;

Where at the forum's utmost bound

Now dead he lies apart in holy ground.

While among men, his life was bless'd;

And when the hero sank to rest,