He marks the stars, that keep Their courses, gliding through the silent sphere, Arcturus, rainy Hyads and each Bear, And, girt with gold, Orion.

Far away He sees the firmament all calm and clear, And from the stern gives signal.

We obey, And shifting camp, set sail and tempt the doubtful way.
LXVII.

"The stars were chased, and blushing rose the day.
Dimly, at distance through the misty shroud Italia's hills and lowlands we survey, 'Italia,' first Achates shouts aloud; 'Italia,' echoes from the joyful crowd.
Then sire Anchises hastened to entwine A massive goblet with a wreath, and vowed Libations to the gods, and poured the wine And on the lofty stern invoked the powers divine: LXVIII.

"'Great gods, whom Earth and Sea and Storms obey, Breathe fair, and waft us smoothly o'er the main.' Fresh blows the breeze, and broader grows the bay, And on the cliffs is seen Minerva's fane.
We furl the sails, and shoreward row amain.
Eastward the harbour arches, scarce descried.
Two jutting rocks, by billows lashed in vain, Stretch out their arms the narrow mouth to hide.
Far back the temple stands, and seems to shun the tide.
LXIX.