The gods will heal, like those.
You that have seen grim Scylla rave,
And heard her monsters yell,
You that have looked upon the cave
Where savage Cyclops dwell,
Come, cheer your souls, your fears forget;
This suffering will yield us yet
A pleasant tale to tell.
Through chance, through peril lies our way
To Latium, where the fates display
A mansion of abiding stay;
There Troy her fallen realm shall raise;
Bear up and live for happier days."
CONINGTON, _AEneid_, BOOK I.

It is not to be supposed that all this time the goddess Venus was
forgetful of the sufferings of her son. Even while AEneas was thus
speaking to his fellow wanderers she was pleading his cause before
the throne of Jupiter himself on the top of Mount Olympus. "What
offence, O king of heaven," said she, "has my AEneas committed? How
have the Trojans offended? What is to be the end of their sufferings?
Are they to be forever persecuted on account of the anger of one
goddess?"

To this appeal the king of the gods answered assuring Venus that the
promises made to the Trojan exiles should all be fulfilled. AEneas, he
said, should make war against fierce tribes in Italy, and conquer
them, and rule in La-vin'i-um. After him his son Iulus should reign
for thirty years, and build a city to be called Alba Longa, where his
descendants would hold sovereign power for three hundred years. Then