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Unhappy Dido little thought what Guest,
How dire a God she drew so near her Breast. 1005
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$But he, not mindless of his Mother's Pray'r,
Works in the pliant Bosom of the Fair;
And moulds her Heart anew, and blots her former Care.
The dead is to the living Love resign'd,
And all Æneas enters in her Mind. 1010
Now, when the Rage of Hunger was appeas'd,
The Meat remov'd, and ev'ry Guest was pleas'd;
The Golden Bowls with sparkling Wine are crown'd,
And through the Palace chearful Cries resound.
From gilded Roofs depending Lamps display 1015
Nocturnal Beams, that emulate the Day.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$A Golden Bowl, that shone with Gems Divine,
The Queen commanded to be crown'd with Wine,
The Bowl that Belus us'd, and all the Tyrian Line.
Then, Silence through the Hall proclaim'd, she spoke:
O hospitable Jove! we thus invoke, 1020
With solemn Rites, thy sacred Name and Pow'r!
Bless to both Nations this auspicious Hour.
So may the Trojan and the Tyrian Line,
In lasting Concord, from this Day combine. 1025
Thou, Bacchus, God of Joys and friendly Cheer,
And gracious Juno, both be present here:
And you, my Lords of Tyre, your Vows address
To Heav'n with mine, to ratifie the Peace.