"Swept by that deluge o'er the deep, we crave A home for home-gods, shelter on the strand, And man's free privilege of air and wave.
We shall not shame the lustre of your land, Nor stint the gratitude kind deeds demand.
Grant Troy a refuge, and Ausonians ne'er Shall rue the welcome proffered by your hand.
Yea, scorn us not, that thus unsought we bear The lowly suppliant's wreath, and speak the words of prayer.
XXXII.

"Full many a people,--let the fates attest Of great AEneas, and his hand of might, Ne'er pledged in vain, our bravest and our best-- Full many a tribe, though lowly be our plight, Have sought with ours their fortunes to unite.
Fate bade us seek your country and her King.
Hither, where Dardanus first saw the light, Apollo back the Dardan race would bring, To Tuscan Tiber's banks and pure Numicius' spring.
XXXIII.

"These gifts AEneas to our charge commends, Poor relics saved from Ilion, but a sign Of ancient greatness, and the gifts of friends.
See, from this golden goblet at the shrine His sire Anchises poured the sacred wine; Clad in these robes sat Priam, when of old The laws he ministered.

These robes are thine, This sceptre, this embroidered vest,--behold, 'Twas wrought by Trojan dames,--this diadem of gold." XXXIV.

Mute sat and motionless, with looks bent down, Latinus; but his restless eyes confessed His musings.