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[  18    ] 'To fill my charm, each scented bud that blows, 'And bind my myrtles with her thornless rose;'Then speed thy flight to Gallia's smiling plain, 'Where rolls the Loire, the Garonne, and the Seine;
 * 'Dip in their waters thy celcfiial wing,
 * 'And the soft dew to fill my chalice bring;

'But chiefly tell thy, that to me
 * 'She send a bouquet of her fleurs de lys;
 * 'That poignant spirit will compleat my spell.

--'Tis done: the lovely sorceress says 'tis well. And now lends a ray of fire, The cauldron bubbles, and the flames aspire;The watchful Graces round the circle dance, With arms entwin'd, to mark the work's advance; And with full quiver sportive came, Temp'ring his favourite arrows in the flame. Then speaks, the wav'ring flames retire,And stronger breath extinguishes the fire. At length the goddess in the helmet's round A sweet and subtile spirit duly found, More soft than oil, than æther more refin'd, Of power to cure the woes of womankind, And