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 Resplendent shone; but all they, who unblam'd Dwelt in thy dwellings, call thee. Ah! why uninjurd and unprofited Should multitudes against their brethren rush? Why sow they guilt, still reaping misery! Lenient of care, thy songs, O ! are sweet, As after showers the perfum'd gale of Eve, That plays around the sick man's throbbing temples; And gay thy grassy altar pil'd with fruits. But boasts the shrine of Daemon one charm? Save that with many an orgie strange and foul Dancing around with interwoven arms The Maniac and Giant Exult in their fierce union! I am sad, And know not why the simple Peasants croud Beneath the Chieftain's standard!" Thus the Maid. To her the tutelary Spirit reply'd, "When Luxury and Lust's exhausted stores No more can rouse the appetites of ; When the low Flattery of their reptile Lords "Falls