Daughter, dismiss your Fears; by Doom divine
Fixt are the Fates of your immortal Line.
Your Eyes Lavinium’s promised Walls shall see,345
And here we ratify our first Decree.
Your Son, the brave Æneas, soon shall rise,
Himself a God; and mount the starry Skies.
To sooth your Care, these Secrets I relate
From the dark Volumes of eternal Fate:350
The Chief fair Italy shall reach, and there
With mighty Nations wage a dreadful War,
New Cities raise, the savage Natives awe,
And to the conquer’d Kingdoms give the Law.
The fierce Rutulians, vanquish’d by his Sword,355
Three Years shall Latium own him sovereign Lord.
Your dear Ascanius then, the royal Boy,
(Now call'd Iulus, since the Fall of Troy)
While thirty rolling Years their Orbs complete,
Shall wear the Crown, and from Lavinium’s Seat360
Transfer the Kingdom; and, of mighty Length
Shall raise proud Alba, glorying in her Strength.
There,
