While swiftly glides th’ unheeded day,
Again shall Troy without control
Chant the young loves, and o’er the foaming bowl
The sportive contest urge ’midst banquets gay;
But Atreus’ sons desponding cross the wave,
And sail from Ilion to the Spartan strand.
Accomplish what thy friends foretold, O save
These menaced walls by thy victorious hand,
Return with laurels crowned, and bless thy native land.