That Carthage may throw wide her friendly Tow’rs,400
And grant her Guests the Freedom of her Shores:
Lest Dido, blind to Fate, and Jove’s Decree,
Should shut her Ports, and drive them to the Sea.
Swift on the Steerage of his Wings he flies,
And shoots the vast Expansion of the Skies. 405
Arriv’d, th’ Almighty’s Orders he performs.
Charm’d by the God, no more the Nation storms
With jealous Rage; in chief the Queen inclin’d
To Peace, and mild Benevolence of Mind.
All Night involv’d in Cares Æneas lay, 410
But rose impatient at the Dawn of Day,
To view the Coast, the Country to explore,
And learn if Men, or Beasts, possest the Shore,
(For wide around the gloomy Wast extends)
And bear the Tydings to his anxious Friends. 415
Beneath a shelving Rock his Fleet dispos’d,
With waving Woods and awful Shades inclos’d,
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