Of Juno hath Æneas drifted to our shores.
And to what glory shalt thou see thy city rise,
What strong far-reaching sway upreared on such a tie!
Assisted by the Trojan arms, our youthful state
Up to the very pinnacle of fame shall soar.
Then pray the favor of the gods, and give its due
To sacred hospitality. Lo, to thy hand
Is cause of dalliance, while still the blustering winds
Of winter sweep the sea, Orion’s storms prevail,
Their fleet is shattered, and the frowning heavens lower.