When Juno spoke with Heaven's assent:“O Ilium, Ilium, wretched town!The judge accurst, incontinent,And stranger dame have dragg'd thee down.Pallas and I, since Priam's sireDenied the gods his pledged reward,Had doom'd them all to sword and fire,The people and their perjured lord.No more the adulterous guest can charmThe Spartan queen: the house forswornNo more repels by Hector's armMy warriors, baffled and outworn:Hush'd is the war our strife made long:I welcome now, my hatred o'er,A grandson in the child of wrong,Him whom the Trojan priestess bore.Receive him, Mars! the gates of flameMay open: let him taste forgivenThe nectar, and enrol his nameAmong the peaceful ranks of Heaven.