The Aeneid - pg. 283

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Ascanius called out. The Trojans cheered,

Echoing him in joy, lifting up their hearts.

At that moment in the quarter of high air

Apollo with flowing hair, from a throne of cloud,

Looked down upon Ausonian troops and town.

He spoke to the victor, Iulus:

"Blessed be

Your new-found manhood, child. By striving so

Men reach the stars, dear son of gods

And sire of gods to come. All fated wars

Will quiet down, and justly, in the end

Under descendants of Assaracus,

For Troy no longer bounds you."