Quoth good Æneas: "Now for long that suchwise would the wind I saw, and how thou heldest head against it all in vain: Shift sail and go about; what land may sweeter be to gain, Or whither would I liefer turn my keels from beat of sea, Than that which yet the Dardan lord Acestes holds for me, 30 That holds my very father's bones, Anchises, in its breast?" They seek the haven therewithal, and fair and happy west Swelleth the sails: o'er whirl of waves full speedily they wend, And glad to that familiar sand they turn them in the end: But there Acestes meeteth them, who from a mountain high All wondering had seen afar the friendly ships draw nigh. With darts he bristled, and was clad in fell of Libyan bear. Him erst unto Crimisus' flood a Trojan mother fair Brought forth: and now, forgetting nought his mother's folk of old, He welcomes them come back again with wealth of field and fold, 40 And solaces the weary men with plenteous friendly cheer. But when the stars in first of dawn fled from the morrow clear, Æneas called upon the shore assembly of his folk, And standing high aloft on mound such words to tell he spoke: "O mighty Dardan men, O folk from blood of Godhead born, The yearly round is all fulfilled, with lapse of months outworn, Since when my godlike father's husk and bones of him we laid Amid the mould, and heavy sad the hallowed altars made: And now meseems the day is here, for evermore to me A bitter day, a worshipped day.--So God would have it be! 50 Yea should it find me outcast man on great Getulia's sand, Or take me in the Argive sea, or mid Mycenæ's land, Yet yearly vows, and pomps that come in due recurring while, Still should I pay, and gifts most meet upon the altar pile. Now to my father's bones, indeed, and ashes are we brought By chance; yet not, meseems, without the Godhead's will and thought Are we come here, to lie in peace within a friendly bay. So come, and let all worship here the glory of the day; Pray we the winds, that year by year this worship may be done In temples dedicate to him within my city won. 60 Troy-born Acestes giveth you two head of hornèd beasts For every ship; so see ye bid the House-gods to your feasts, Both them of Troy and them our host Acestes loveth here. Moreover, if the ninth dawn hence Aurora shall uprear For health of men, and with her rays earth's coverlit shall lift, For Teucrians will I fast set forth the race for galleys swift: Then whosoe'er is fleet of foot, or bold of might and main, Or with the dart or eager shaft a better prize may gain, Or whoso hath the heart to play in fight-glove of raw hide, Let all be there, and victory's palm and guerdon due abide. 70 Clean be all mouths! and gird with leaves the temple of the head."