ling state withdraw your aid.
If yet there's any pow'r in pray'rs like mine,
Oh pity me; recal that sad design--
See Africa pow'rs, my feeble realm pursue,
My Tyrians hearts are gone,--'Tis all for you,
400 To you I've sacrific'd my brightest claim,
My sacred honor--all my former fame:
Since the dear name of husband is forgot,
Think, cruel guest, of wretched Dido's lot.
What prospect in her ruin'd state remains?
405 Pygmalions vengeance--proud Iarba's chains.
Of you--of all that's dear in life bereft,
Oh were some pledge of mutual passion left:
Some young AEneas, in whose face alone
His father's dear resemblance I might own,
410 With infant grace my lonely court to cheer,
Not lost, not widow'd quite I should appear".

She ceas'd.--With eyes unmov'd,--o'er aw'd by Jove
He stood, and with contending passions strove.
At length he spoke. "For ever I confess
415 I owe you all that words could e'er express,
And in this grateful heart Eliza reigns,
While life itself, and memory remains.
Ne'er did I hope my voyage to conceal;
Never, (my words are few for all I feel),
420 Be not deceiv'd, no, never did I join
These nuptial ties, nor this alliance sign.
Had Fate, alas, allow'd me to dispose,
To end these troubles in the way I chose,
The ruins of my friends, the wreck of Troy,
425 Should all my care, and all my hope employ.
Then, sailing back to Asia's fertile shore,
For them, should Priam's city rise once more.
But now 'tis Italy Apollo shows,
'Tis Italy the Lycian fates propose,
430 My country's there, there all cry vows unite.
Far from your native soil, if you delight
In Afric's coast, these walls if you enjoy;
Allow Ansonia to the sons of Troy.
We too, in foreign lands a state may raise.
435 As oft as Night her humid veil displays,
Oft as the stars, in solemn glory rise,
My father's murm'ring ghost before my eyes
Brings young Ascanius, and upbraiding stands,
And claims th' Hesperian crown, the promised lands;
440 And even now--(on both their heads I swear)
From Joves high throne above, thro' flitting air,
} The thund'rer's will, the herald God declar'd;
} These eyes beheld him, and these ears have heard;
} He past these walls, and in broad day appear'd.
445 Then c