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Rh The Northern one more bright is seen to glide Beneath th' uplifted arm, and near the side Of fair Andromeda.

Her anxious eyes Gleam bright with hope: beneath her flies, Her brave deliverer—mighty son of Jove— His giant strides the blue vault climb, and move A cloud of dust in heaven: his falchion bare Reaches his honour’d step-dame's golden chair.

Near his left knee the next are roll'd, Like seven pure brilliants set in ring of gold. Though each one small, their splendour all combine To form one gem, and gloriously they shine. Their number seven, though some men fondly say, And Poets feign, that one has pass'd away. ——— ——and — With —honour’d sisterhood—by Jove To rule the seasons plac’d in heaven above. Men mark them, rising with the solar ray, The harbingers of summer's brighter day— Men mark them, rising with Sol's setting light, Forerunners of the winter's gloomy night. They guide the ploughman to the mellow land— The sower casts his seed at their command.