Æneas, Prince of Troy, late rescued from the waves
Of Libya. O thou, who only o’er the woes,
The dreadful woes of Troy hast wept, who to thy town
And home dost welcome us, the leavings of the Greeks,
Who every peril of the land and sea have faced,
And lost our all: we may not thank thee worthily,
O Queen, nor yet the Trojan race, what remnant still
In distant lands in exile wanders. May the gods
A fitting gift bestow upon thee; if indeed
They feel a true regard for pious souls, if e’er