haec fuerant olim: sed tu iam mitis, Apollo, prodigia indomitis merge sub aequoribus, et succensa sacris crepitet bene laurea flammis, omine quo felix et satur annus erit.
So was it once; but thou, Apollo, kind at last, whelm monstrous things beneath the savage deep. Let the bay crackle loud as it kindles in the holy flames, an omen telling that the season shall be blest and fruitful.
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