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170 Which near the Graces' temple spring,

Where festal choirs exult and sing,

To witness in Cephisus' grove

The bands in measured cadence move.

What bliss soe'er to man is known,

Laborious efforts gain alone.

Such as the god will crown to-day,

Or brighten with to-morrow's ray.

Though fix'd th' irrevocable doom,

Yet soon or late the time shall come

That either cheats th' expecting mind,

Or leaves its wishes far behind.