Great Mother of Aeneas, and of Love; Delight of mankind, and the powers above; Who all beneath those sprinkled drops of light Which slide upon the face of gloomy night, Whither vast regions of that liquid world Where groves of ships on watery hills are hurled, Or fruitful earth, dost bless, since 'tis by thee That all things live which the bright sun does see...
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