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Book He sought her through the World; but sought in vain; And no where finding, rather fear'd her slain. Her, just returning from her Father's Brook, Jove had beheld, with a desiring Look: And, Oh fair Daughter of the Flood, he said, Worthy alone of Jove's Imperial Bed, Happy whoever shall those Charms possess; The King of Gods (nor is thy Lover less) Invites thee to yon cooler Shades; to shun The scorching Rays of the Meridian Sun. Nor shalt thou tempt the Dangers of the Grove Alone, without a Guide; thy Guide is Jove. No puny Pow'r, but he whose high Command Is unconfin'd, who rules the Seas and Land; And tempers Thunder in his awful Hand, Oh fly not: for she fled from his Embrace O'er Lerna's Pastures: he pursu'd the Chace Along the Shades of the Lyrcæan Plain; At length the God who never asks in vain, Involv'd with Vapours, imitating Night, Both Air and Earth; and then suppress'd her Flight, And mingling Force with Love, enjoy'd the full Delight. Mean-time the jealous Juno, from on high, Survey'd the fruitful Fields of Arcady: And wonder'd that the Mist shou'd over-run The Face of Day-light, and obscure the Sun. No nat'ral Cause she found, from Brooks or Bogs, Or marshy Lowlands, to produce the Fogs: Then round the Skies she sought for Jupiter, Her faithless Husband; but no Jove was there: Suspecting now the worst, or I, she said, Am much mistaken, or am much betray'd. With Fury she precipitates her Flight: Dispels the Shadows of dissembled Night; And to the Day restores his native Light. Rh