at once fled from Æneas. He rises, and with his eyes 5
fixed on the sun’s rays just dawning on the sky, he lifts
up in due form water from the river in the hollow of
his hands, and pours forth to heaven words like these:
“Nymphs, Laurentian nymphs, whence rivers derive their
birth, and thou, father Tiber, with thy hallowed flood, 10
take Æneas to your bosom, and at last relieve him from
perils. Whatever the spring of the pool where thou
dwellest in thy pity for our troubles, whatever the soil
whence thy goodly stream arises, ever shalt thou be