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58 Her Hands aloft the shining Goblet hold, Pond’rous with Gems, and rough with sculptur’d Gold. When silence was proclaim’d, the royal Fair Thus to the Gods addrest her fervent Pray’r.


 * ! who plead’st the Stranger’s Cause;

Great guardian God of hospitable Laws! Oh! grant this Day to circle still with Joy, Thro’ late Posterity, to and. Be thou, O ! God of Mirth! a Guest; And thou, O ! grace the genial Feast. And you, my Lords of, your Fears remove, And show your Guests Benevolence and Love. She said, and on the Board, in open View, The first Libations to the Gods she threw: Then sip’d the Wine, and gave to ’s Hand. He rose, obedient to the Queen’s Command; At once the thirsty swill’d the Whole, Sunk the full Gold, and drain’d the foaming Bowl. Then