"There, in a temple built of ancient stone I worship: 'Grant, Thymbrean lord divine, A home, a settled city of our own, Walls to the weary, and a lasting line, To Troy another Pergamus.

Incline And harken.

Save these Dardans sore-distrest, The remnant of Achilles' wrath.

Some sign Vouchsafe us, whom to follow?
where to rest?
Steal into Trojan hearts, and make thy power confessed.' XIII.

"Scarce spake I, suddenly the bays divine Shook, and a trembling seized the temple door.
The mountain heaves, and from the opening shrine Loud moans the tripod.