Practice Typing

What cause, O daughter of Almighty Jove. Thus wings thy progress from the realms above. Once more impetuous dost thou bend thy way, To give to Greece the long divided day. Too much has Troy already felt thy hate, Now breathe thy rage, and hush the stern debate; This day, the business of the field suspend; War soon shall kindle, and great Ilion bend; Since vengeful goddesses confederate join To raze her walls, though built by hands divine.