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Æn. I.
 * His tender Parent could no longer bear;

But, interposing, sought to sooth his Care. Who e'er you are, not unbelov'd by Heav'n, Since on our friendly Shoar your Ships are driv'n: Have Courage: To the Gods permit the rest, And to the Queen expose your just Request. Now take this earnest of Success, for more: Your scatter'd Fleet is join'd upon the Shoar; The Winds are chang'd, your Friends from danger free, Or I renounce my Skill in Augury. Twelve Swans behold, in beauteous order move, And stoop with closing Pinions from above: Whom late the Bird of jove had driv'n along, And through the Clouds pursu'd the scattring Throng: Now all united in a goodly Team, They skim the Ground, and seek the quiet Stream. As they, with Joy returning, clap their Wings, And ride the Circuit of the Skies in Rings: Not otherwise your Ships, and ev'ry Friend, Already hold the Port, or with swift Sails descend. No more Advice is needful, but pursue The Path before you, and the Town in view. Thus having said, she turn'd, and made appear Her Neck refulgent, and dishevel'd Hair; Which flowing from her Shoulders, reach'd the Ground, And widely spread Ambrosial Scents around: In length of Train descends her sweeping Gown, And by her graceful Walk, the Queen of Love is known.