Three hundred circuits more: then shall be seen Ilia the fair, a priestess and a queen, Who, full of Mars, in time, with kindly throes, Shall at a birth two goodly boys disclose. The royal babes a tawny wolf shall drain: Then Romulus his grandsire's throne shall gain, Of martial towers the founder shall become, The people Romans call, the city Rome. To them no bounds of empire I assign, Nor term of years to their immortal line. Even haughty Juno, who, with endless broils, Earth, seas, and heaven, and Jove himself, turmoils, At length atoned, her friendly power shall join, To cherish and advance the Trojan line. The subject world shall Rome's dominion own, And, prostrate, shall adore the nation of the gown. An age is ripening in revolving fate, When Troy shall overturn the Grecian state, And sweet revenge her conquering sons shall call, To crush the people that conspired her fall. Then Cæsar from the Julian stock shall rise, Whose empire ocean, and whose fame the skies, Alone shall bound; whom, fraught with eastern spoils, Our heaven, the just reward of human toils, Securely shall repay with rites divine; And incense shall ascend before his sacred shrine. Then dire debate, and impious war, shall cease, And the stern age be softened into peace: Then banished Faith shall once again return, And Vestal fires in hallowed temples burn; And Remus with Quirinus shall sustain The righteous laws, and fraud and force restrain. Janus himself before his fane shall wait, And keep the dreadful issues of his gate, With bolts and iron bars: within remains Imprisoned Fury, bound in brazen chains: High on a trophy raised, of useless arms, He sits, and threats the world with vain alarms." He said, and sent Cyllenius with command To free the ports, and ope the Punic land To Trojan guests; lest, ignorant of fate, The queen might force them from her town and state. Down from the steep of heaven Cyllenius flies, And cleaves with all his wings the yielding skies. Soon on the Libyan shore descends the god, Performs his message, and displays his rod. The surly murmurs of the people cease; And, as the Fates required, they give the peace. The queen herself suspends the rigid laws, The Trojans pities, and protects their cause. Mean time, in shades of night Æneas lies: Care seized his soul, and sleep forsook his eyes. But, when the sun restored the cheerful day, He rose, the coast and country to survey, Anxious and eager to discover more.-- It looked a wild uncultivated shore: But, whether human kind, or beasts alone, Possessed the new-found region, was unknown. Beneath a ledge of rocks his fleet he hides: } Tall trees surround the mountain's shady sides: } The bending brow above a safe retreat provides. } Armed with two pointed darts, he leaves his friends, And true Achates on his steps attends.