"Thy mighty son and all his pow'rful bands
That much I love, bear witness sea and lands,
My arm hath snatch'd them from each peril near,
And at their suff'rings Jove has shed a tear
For thy fair sake. My Juno now relents,
And to my grant, o'ercome, at length consents.
Then 'tis decreed, his virtues shall prevail,
Purge off each part that makes the mortal frail,
Then add him to the stars; should others rise
Of equal merit, they shall share the skies."
The gods assent, and Juno vex'd no more,
Requests the boon she often cross'd before.