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 No sooner was arriv'd the Welcome Guest, But him in soothing Terms, she thus addrest: Hail best Belov'd of all my Sons, Receive What Praise, what Joy these Gloomy Realms can give; For 'tis to thy Successful Arts I owe My Reign above, my Triumph here below. This said, th' Unbodied Shade obsequious kneel'd, Struck with Amazement, and with Rapture fill'd. O Mighty Queen! Permit me to Adore Thy Awful Shrine, thy all Informing Pow'r, Whose nearer Influence my Breast Inspires With Glorious Rage and Mischievous Desires. 'Twas in Thy Cause I sunk a mouldring Frame, Unequal to the Hardy Task of Fame. But