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THE ÆNEID.

What way may access best be found
To dash the Trojans from their mound
And fling them on the plain?
The fleet that lay upon their flank,
Deep shored within the river-bank,
He first assails, and calls aloud
For torches to the exulting crowd,
And with a flaming pine-tree brand,
Himself on flame, supplies his hand.
Then, then, by Turnus' presence spurred,
They ply the work, and at the word
Each waves a torch on fire:
The hearths are stripped, and pitchy glare
And soot and vapour through the air
In flaky wreaths aspire.

What God, ye Muses, stayed the fire,
And saved the barks from fate so dire?
Declare: the tale long since was told,
But fame is green, though faith be old.
When first Æneas on the height
Of Ida built his ships for flight,
The Berecyntine queen, 'tis said,
Her suit before the Thunderer pled:
'Vouchsafe, my son, thy mother's prayer,
Throned by her aid Olympus' heir.
On Ida's summit once was mine,
Loved through long years, a grove of pine,
Where worshippers their homage paid,
With pitch-trees dark and maple shade:
These to the Dardan chief I gave
When ships he sought to cross the wave;
I gave, and in the gift was glad:
But now their future makes me sad.
Release me from my fears: concede
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