“You nymphs, Laurentine nymphs, you springs of rivers, and you, Father Tiber, you and your holy stream, 80 embrace Aeneas, shield him from dangers, now at last. You who pity our hardships—wherever the ground lies where you come surging forth in all your glory—always with offerings, always with gifts I’ll do you honor, you great horned king of the rivers of the West. Just be with me. Prove your will with works.”
