Of his own filial love, a sadly pleasing thought,)
Then stretched his hand to hold him up, and said:—
"Poor hapless youth! what praises can be paid
To love so great, to such transcendent store
Of early worth, and sure presage of more?
Accept whate'er Æneas can afford;
Untouched thy arms, untaken be thy sword;
And all that pleased the living, still remain
Inviolate, and sacred to the slain.
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