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 To tint thy page with hues of heaven! Ah! no! for thee reserved alone Thy fire, and unapproached thy throne; Thus Nature vows thy rights to guard, Her earliest—her Grecian bard.

In frequent bands, the tribe, returning, Bore home the produce of their toil, And o'er their watch-fires brightly burning Prepared for food the welcome spoil: Then, gathering to the wild repast The joke and mirthful taunt flew fast; Not there the courtly, wreathed smile"7 With eye that dubious gleams the while, And features tutored to beguile, The mirth that nature felt, restrained: Flashed many a dark and glittering eye, Dusk faces were dissolved in joy. And yielding to its subtlety Wantoned in gladness unrestrained.