tian ship;
Resum'd his form celestial, and their griefs
Dispersing, came health-bearer to the land.

A foreign power he in our temples stands,
But Caesar, in his native town a god
Is worshipp'd. In the forum, and the field
Fam'd equal: yet not his well-finish'd wars,
His triumphs, nor the deeds in peace perform'd
So justly chang'd him to an heavenly shape,
A blazing star, as did the son he left.
For no atchievement Caesar e'er perform'd
Can with the boast to be Augustus' sire
Compare. Far greater this than to subdue
The sea-girt Britons:--his victorious fleets
To seven-mouth'd Nile to lead;--to bring the realms
Cinyphian Juba rul'd, 'neath Rome's control,
Rebel Numidia; and, puff'd high in pride
With Mithridates' glory, Pontus' land;
Rich triumphs to have gain'd, and triumphs more
To merit, as a man so great produce;
To whose presiding care, O bounteous gods!
Mankind ye gave, and them completely blest.
And lest he seem from mortal seed to spring
His sire must mount to heaven, in form a god.
This the bright mother of AEneaes saw,
And for the priest beheld a mournful fate
Prepar'd, and moving saw the arms conspir'd.
She trembled, and to every god she met
Address'd her: "Lo! what deep and potent plots
"Against me they prepare. See, with what art
"His life is sought, who sole to me is left
"Of my Iuelus. Why must I alone
"Be harrass'd still with never-ceasing cares?
"Whom now Tydides' Calydonian spear
"Wounds; now the walls of ill-protected Troy
"Lie prostrate. Who my darling son behold
"Driv'n to long wanderings; on the ocean toss'd;
"Entering the silent mansions of the dead;
"Waging fierce war with Turnus; or, if truth
"I speak, with Juno rather. Yet why now
"Record I former sufferings in my sons?
"Terror prevents all memory of the past;
"See, where at me their impious swords they point!
"O, I conjure you! stay them; and prevent
"The horrid deed; lest, spilt the high-priest's blood,
"The fires of Vesta be for ever dark."
With words like these did troubled Venus move
Each power of heaven, in vain; yet all were touch'd,
And, though the stern decrees of rigid fate
To break unable, tokens plain they gave,
That some immense calamity was nigh.
They tell, that clashing arms 'mid the black clouds,
And dreadful horns and trumpets in the heavens
Sounded, to warn us of the impious deed.
Full of solicitude t