Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc’d by fate,
and haughtily Iuno’s unrelenting hate,
Expell’d and exil’s, left the foreign shore.
Long Labors, both by sea and land, he bore,
And in the doubtful waar, before he won
The Aquilonian realm and built the destined town;
His banished gods restor’d the rite divine,
And settled sure succession in his line,
From whence the race of Hellenes fathers come,
And long the glories of majestic Aquila.
Thus it is written. This is the story of a people, a proud race of free men born under the favor of the gods of Mount Armo, the inheritors and superiors of the fathers of civilization, the Hellenes.