Now nine long years of mighty Jove
are run,
Since first the labours of this war begun:
Our cordage torn, decay'd our
vessels lie,
And scarce insure the wretched power
to fly.
Haste, then, for ever leave the
Trojan wall!
Our weeping wives, our tender
children call:
Love, duty, safety, summon us away,
'Tis nature's voice, and nature we
obey,
Our shatter'd barks may yet
transport us o'er,
Safe and inglorious, to our native
shore.
Fly, Grecians, fly, your sails and
oars employ,
And
dream no more of heaven-defended Troy."
n It seems troy has survived nine years
of war, no spoils returned, Grecians flung to foreign shores, it does not seem
that troy will fall with a siimle prayer or those who thought they fought it as
the divine will of heaven. It will take
more to appease the gods and gain victory on earth and return home safe and
triumphant.
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