Classic Poem

Aelius, of noble line from Lamus old—
(Since he to Lamiae of yore their name
Gave, and to all the later race, we're told,
That, known throughout our archives, from them came,

Him then as founder of your house you boast,
Who first bore rule o'er Formiae's walled town,
So runs the legend, and Marica's coast,
Where Liris swimming o'er the fens flows down,

Lord of a wide domain)—a tempest, brought
To-morrow from the east, the wood with leaves
Will strew, and shore with seaweed good for nought;
Unless the many-wintered crow deceives,

Presaging rain. Store fuel while you may.
To-morrow to your Genius wine and meat
Of a young pig you'll serve, while holiday
From toil your household take, and share the treat.