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At length her Lord descends upon the Plain;
In Pomp, attended with a num’rous Train: 445
Receives his Friends, and to the City leads;
And Tears of Joy amidst his Welcome sheds.
Proceeding on, another Troy I see;
Or, in less compass, Troy's Epitome,
A Riv'let by the name of Xanthus ran: 450
And I embrace the Scæan Gate again.
My Friends in Portico's were entertain'd;
And Feasts and Pleasures through the City reign'd.
The Tables fill'd the spacious Hall around:
And Golden Bowls with sparkling Wine were crown'd.
Two days we pass'd in mirth, till friendly Gales, 456
Blown from the South, supply'd our swelling Sails.
Then to the Royal Seer I thus began:
O thou who know'st beyond the reach of Man,
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Whom Phœbus taught unerring Prophecy, 461
From his own Tripod, and his holy Tree:
Skill'd in the wing’d Inhabitants of Air,
What Auspices their notes, and flights declare:
O say; for all Religious Rites portend 465
A happy Voyage, and a prosp'rous End:
And ev'ry Pow'r and Omen of the Sky,
Direct my Course for destin’d Italy:
But only dire Celœno, from the Gods,
A dismal Famine fatally fore-bodes: 470