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 From Nature's stores can wisdom wring An antidote to soothe the mind? No! as the deadly adder's fang On corporal sense inflicts a pang Whose rankling venom subtly glides, Empoisoning life's crimson tides; So, when of sorrow's bitter draught The shuddering heart hath, loathing, quaffed, Sinks each enervate faculty As paralyzed beneath a spell Concentrate of malignity, Potent as if on earth th' archfiend Thus wrung a fealty from mankind- Triumphant in the petty hell That rends each victim's proper mind,

"The foe 'twere folly to pursue His native hills are now in view; And Mytah stretched upon the plain Bedews the earth with crimson stain." To her Moyarra madly sped; With faltering hand he raised her head