nam modo fulgentem Tyrio subtemine vestem indueras oriente die duce fertilis anni, splendidior liquidis cum Sol caput extulit undis et fera discordes tenuerunt flamina venti, curva nec adsuetos egerunt flumina cursus; quin rapidum placidis etiam mare constitit undis, ulla nec aerias volucris perlabitur auras nec quadrupes densas depascitur aspera silvas, quin largita tuis sint cuncta silentia votis.
Thou hadst just donned the garb of flaming Tyrian tissue, as the day dawned that ushers in the fruitful year, when, brighter than before, the Sun lifted his head from the clear waves and the warring winds held their wild gusts in check, nor did the winding rivers pursue their wonted courses. Nay, even the whirling sea stood still, its waves at peace. And no bird is there that glides across the airs of heaven or savage four-footed beast that grazes in woodland thickets but gave lavish silence to thy prayers.
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