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Rh Two glitt’ring Spears he shook with martial Pride, And forth he march’d; at his Side. As thro’ the Wilds the Chief his Course pursu’d, He meets his Goddess-Mother in the Wood; In Show, an Huntress she appear’d, array’d In Arms and Habit, like a Spartan Maid; Or swift of, whose Speed Out-flew the Wings of Winds, and tir’d the rapid Steed. Bare was her Knee, and with an easy Pride Her polisht Bow hung graceful at her Side. Close, in a Knot, her flowing Robes she drew; Loose to the Winds her wanton Tresses flew. Ho! gentle Youths, she cry’d, have you beheld One of my Sisters, wand’ring o’er the Field, Girt with a speckled Lynxes vary’d Hide, A painted Quiver rattling at her Side? Or have you seen her with an eager Pace Urge with full Cries the foaming Boar in Chace? Rh