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Rh Daughter, dismiss your Fears; by Doom divine Fixt are the Fates of your immortal Line. Your Eyes ’s promised Walls shall see, And here we ratify our first Decree. Your Son, the brave, soon shall rise, Himself a God; and mount the starry Skies. To sooth your Care, these Secrets I relate From the dark Volumes of eternal Fate: The Chief fair shall reach, and there With mighty Nations wage a dreadful War, New Cities raise, the savage Natives awe, And to the conquer’d Kingdoms give the Law. The fierce, vanquish’d by his Sword, Three Years shall own him sovereign Lord. Your dear then, the royal Boy, (Now call'd, since the Fall of ) While thirty rolling Years their Orbs complete, Shall wear the Crown, and from ’s Seat Transfer the Kingdom; and, of mighty Length Shall raise proud, glorying in her Strength. There,