Virgil, the giant poet
Of blessed Rome,
His poems pined to see
‘Aeneid’, his great soulful gift,
Declared his name.
With victory’s deathless flame
He plays his game.
Excerpt from Philosopher-Thinkers: The Power-Towers Of The Mind And Poet-Seers: The Fragrance-Hours Of The Heart In The West by Sri Chinmoy.
Wisdom of Virgil
Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.
Endure the present, and watch for better things.
Every calamity is to be overcome by endurance.
From my example learn to be just, and not to despise the gods.
If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and wrong.
Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to Hell; the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work, that is labor!
The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to retrace one’s steps, and reach the air above, there’s the rub.
They attack the one man with their hate and their shower of weapons. But he is like some rock which stretches into the vast sea and which, exposed to the fury of the winds and beaten against by the waves, endures all the violence.