AEneas caught it, as it flew, And hushed them, marvelling at the sign revealed.
"Hail! land," he cries, "long destined for our due.
Hail, household deities, to Troy still true! Here lies our home.

Thus, thus, I mind the hour, Anchises brought Fate's hidden things to view: 'My son, when famine on an unknown shore Shall make thee, failing food, the very boards devour, XVII.

"'Then, worn and wearied, look to find a home, And build thy walls, and bank them with a mound.' This was that famine; this the last to come Of all our woes, the woful term to bound.
Come then, at daybreak search the land around (Each from the harbour separate let us fare) And see what folk, and where their town, be found, Now pour to Jove libations, and with prayer Invoke Anchises' shade, and back the wine-cups bear." XVIII.

So saying, his brows he garlands, and with prayer Invokes the Genius whom the place doth own, And Earth, first Goddess, and the Nymphs who there Inhabit, and the rivers yet unknown, Night and the stars that glitter in her zone He calls to aid him, and Idaean Jove, And Phrygia's Mother on her heavenly throne, And last, his parent deities to move, Invokes his sire below and mother queen above.
XIX.

Thrice Jove omnipotent from Heaven's blue height Thunders aloud, and flashes in the skies A cloud ablaze with rays of golden light.
'Tis come--so Rumour through the Trojans flies-- The day to bid their promised walls arise.
Cheered by the mighty omen and the sign, They spread the feast, and each with other vies To range the goblets and to wreath the wine, And gladdening hearts rejoice to greet the day divine.
XX.