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Book 14. Honour'd on Earth, and worthy of the Love Of such a Spouse, as now resides above, Some Respite to thy killing Griefs afford; And if thou would'st once more behold thy Lord, Retire to yon steep Mount, with Groves o'er-spread, Which with an awful Gloom his Temple shade. With Fear the modest Matron lifts her Eyes, And to the bright Embassadress replies:— O Goddess, yet to mortal Eyes unknown, But sure thy various Charms confess thee one: O quick to Romulus thy Votress bear, With Looks of Love he'll smile away my Care; In what-e'er Orb he shines, my Heav'n is there; Then hastes with Iris to the holy Grove, And up the mount Quirinal as they move, A lambent Flame glides downward thro' the Air, And brightens with a Blaze Hersilia's Hair. Together on the bounding Ray they rise, And shoot a Gleam of Light along the Skies. With op'ning Arms Quirinus met his Bride, Now Ora nam'd, and press'd her to his Side.



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