Bringest

"'Tis war thou bringest us," Anchises cries, / strange land! For war the mettled steed they train, / and war these threaten. Yet in time again / these beasts are wont in harness to obey, / and bear the yoke, as guided by the rein. / Peace yet is hopeful."

O Coffee, thou dispellest the cares of the great; thou bringest back those who wander from the paths of knowledge!