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Rh And as he fanned her robe aside, The wondrous beauty that he eyed, In rounded lines of breast and limb, And neck and shoulders, ravished him, And captured by her peerless charms, He strained her in his amorous arms. Then to the eager god she cried, In trembling accents, terrified, 'Whose impious love has wronged a spouse So constant to her nuptial vows?'



He heard, and thus his answer made: 'Oh, be not troubled, nor afraid, But trust, and thou shalt know ere long My love has done thee, sweet, no wrong. So strong, and brave, and wise shall be The glorious son I give to thee;