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In the mid Ocean lies, with large Command;
And on its Plains a hundred Cities stand.
Another Ida rises there; and we 145
From thence derive our Trojan Ancestry.
From thence, as 'tis divulg'd by certain Fame,
To the Rhætean Shores old Teucrus came.
There fix'd, and there the Seat of Empire chose,
E'er Ilium and the Trojan Tow'rs arose. 150
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$In humble Vales they built their soft abodes:
Till Cybele, the Mother of the Gods,
With tinkling Cymbals charm'd th'Idean Woods.
She, secret Rites and Ceremonies taught,
And to the Yoke, the salvage Lions brought. 155
Let us the Land, which Heav'n appoints, explore;
Appease the Winds, and seek the Gnossian Shore.
If Jove assists the Passage of our Fleet,
The third propitious dawn discovers Crete.
Thus having said, the Sacrifices laid 160
On smoking Altars, to the Gods He paid.
A Bull, to Neptune an Oblation due,
Another Bull to bright Apollo flew:
A milk white Ewe the Western Winds to please;
And one cole black to calm the stormy Seas. 165
E'er this, a flying Rumour had been spread,
That fierce Idomeneus from Crete was fled;
Expell'd and exil'd; that the Coast was free
From Foreign or Domestick Enemy:

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