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72 But having done whate'er she cou'd devise, And empty'd all her Magazine of Lies, The Time approach'd; the next ensuing Day The fatal Secret must to Light betray. Then Telethusa had recourse to Pray'r, She, and her Daughter with dishevel'd Hair; Trembling with Fear, great Isis they ador'd, Embrac'd her Altar, and her Aid implor'd. Fair Queen, who dost on fruitful Egypt smile, Who sway'st the Sceptre of the Pharian Isle, And sev'n-fold Falls of disemboguing Nile, Relieve in this our last Distress, she said, A suppliant Mother, and a mournful Maid. Thou, Goddess, thou wert present to my Sight; Reveal'd I saw thee by thy own fair Light: I saw thee in my Dream, as now I see, With all thy Marks of awful Majesty: The glorious Train that compass'd thee around; And heard the hollow Timbrels holy Sound. Thy Words I noted, which I still retain; Let not thy sacred Oracles be vain. That Iphis lives, that I myself am free From Shame, and Punishment I owe to thee. On thy Protection all our Hopes depend: Thy Counsel sav'd us, let thy Pow'r defend. Her Tears pursu'd her Words; and while she spoke The Goddess nodded; and her Altar shook: The Temple Doors, as with a Blast of Wind, Were heard to clap; the Lunar Horns that bind The Brows of Isis cast a Blaze around; The trembling Timbrel made a murm'ring Sound. Some Hopes these happy Omens did impart; Forth went the Mother with a beating Heart: Not much in Fear, nor fully satisfy'd; But Iphis follow'd with a larger Stride: The