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There, shall the Trojan Race enjoy the Pow’r,
And fill the Throne three hundred Winters more.
Ilia, the royal Priestess, next shall bear365
Two lovely Infants to the God of War.
Nurst by a tawny Wolf, her eldest Son,
Imperial Romulus, shall mount the Throne;
From his own Name, the People Romans call,
And from his Father Mars, his rising Wall.370
No Limits have I fixt, of Time, or Place,
To the vast Empire of the godlike Race.
Ev’n haughty Juno shall the Nation love,
Who now alarms Earth, Seas, and Heav’n above;
And joyn her friendly Counsels to my own,375$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
With endless Fame the Sons of Rome to crown,
The World’s majestic Lords, the Nation of the Gown.
This Word be Fate—an Hour shall wing its Way,
When Troy in Dust shall proud Mycenae lay.
In Greece, Assaracus his Sons shall reign,380
And vanquisht Arcos wear the Victor’s Chain.

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