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O say what Dangers I am first to shun:
What Toils to Vanquish, and what Course to run.
The Prophet first with Sacrifice adores
The greater Gods; their Pardon then implores:
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Unbinds the Fillet from his holy Head; 475
To Phœbus next, my trembling Steps he led:
Full of religious Doubts and awful dread.
Then with his God possess'd, before the Shrine,
These words proceeded from his Mouth Divine.
O Goddess-born, (for Heav'n's appointed Will, 480
With greater Auspices of good than ill,
Fore-shows thy Voyage, and thy course directs;
Thy Fates conspire, and Jove himself protects:)
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Of many things, some few I shall explain,
Teach thee to shun the dangers of the Main, 485
And how at length the promis'd Shore to gain.
The rest the Fates from Helenus conceal;
And Juno's angry Pow'r forbids to tell.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$First then, that happy Shore, that seems so nigh,
Will far from your deluded Wishes fly: 490
Long tracts of Seas divide your hopes from Italy.
For you must cruise along Sicilian Shoars;
And stem the Currents with your struggling Oars:
Then round th' Italian Coast your Navy steer;
And after this to Circe's Island veer. 495
And last, before your new Foundations rise,
Mnst pass the Stygian Lake, and view the neather Skies.