Crimisus. The ancestral blood quickens in his veins as
he gives them joy of their safe arrival, welcomes them 15
with the plenty of rustic royalty, and soothes their weariness
with every kind appliance.
On the morrow, when the first dawn of the bright dayspring
had put the stars to flight, Æneas calls his comrades
to a gathering from all the shore, and standing on a heaped 20
mound bespeaks them thus:—“Mighty sons of Dardanus,
race of Heaven’s high parentage, the months are
all past and the year has fulfilled its cycle, since we gave