tunc sic tendens ad sidera palmas: Nox, quae terrarum caelique amplexa labores ignea multivago transmittis sidera lapsu, indulgens reparare animum dum proximus aegris infundat Titan agiles animantibus ortus, tu mihi perplexis quaesitam erroribus ultro advehis alma fidem veterisque exordia fati detegis: assistas operi tuaque omina firmes.
Then stretching his palms to the stars, Night, he cried, that embracing the toils of heaven and earth do send the fiery stars across in their wide-ranging course, granting sick creatures to recruit their spirit until the morrows sun prompt them rise to action, graciously you offer me the proof I have long sought in perplexity and error, unveiling the rudiments of ancient destiny: stand to the work and make firm your omens.
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