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Book 3 - The Wanderings
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I wept as I left the shores of my
native
land
We are led by the
bidding
of the
gods
I urged them to love their hearths and
home
and raise a
citadel
to protect them
“You will not be allowed to build
walls
around it [your city] before a
deadly
famine
has come upon you” (Celaeno)
I am persuaded by all
divine
powers
to set course for
Italy
Anchises the gods
love
you
To my great
grief
I lost my father Anchises who had been my
support
in every
difficulty
and
disaster