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142 Nor seeks in Air her humble Flight to raise, Content to skim the Surface of the Seas: Her Bill, tho' slender, sends a creaking Noise, And imitates a lamentable Voice. Now lighting where the bloodless Body lies, She with a Fun'ral Note renews her Cries: At all her Stretch, her little Wings she spread, And with her feather'd Arms embrac'd the Dead: Then flick'ring to his palid Lips, she strove To print a Kiss, the last Essay of Love. Whether the vital Touch reviv'd the Dead, Or that the moving Waters rais'd his Head To meet the Kiss, the Vulgar doubt alone; For sure a present Miracle was shown. The Gods their Shapes to Winter-Birds translate, But both obnoxious to their former Fate. Their conjugal Affection still is ty'd, And still the mournful Race is multiply'd: They bill, they tread; Alcyonè compress'd, Sev'n Days sits brooding on her floating Nest: A wintry Queen: Her Sire at length is kind, Calms ev'ry Storm, and hushes ev'ry Wind, Prepares his Empire for his Daughter's Ease, And for his hatching Nephews smooths the Seas.

These some old Man sees wanton in the Air, And praises the unhappy constant Pair. Then to his Friend the long-neck'd Corm'rant shows, The former Tale reviving others Woes: That sable Bird, he cries, which cuts the Flood With slender Legs, was once of Royal Blood; His Ancestors from mighty Tros proceed, The brave Laomedon, and Ganymede, (Whose