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26 Of every care they found at last

A sweet and tranquil close,

A balm for every danger past,

A haven of repose.

And hence to fair Sicilia springs

Her long illustrious line of kings,

Whose happy life and wealth their native virtues wait.

Oh Rhea's son, Saturnian Jove,

Lord of th' Olympic seats above,

Whose favouring power the victor gave

To triumph by Alpheus' wave,

Still to their latest offspring bear

These gifts of thy paternal care.

Not Time himself, the sire of all,

By mortal or immortal power

The deed perform'd can e'er recall:

But sweet oblivion of the gloomy hour

Succeeds when joy's enlivening train

Scatt'ring the melancholy gloom,

Bid the light heart its wonted ease resume,

And Heaven's o'erruling lord emits his bliss again.

Cadmus, thy daughters' wayward fate

This moral truth can prove,

Who changed their suffering mortal state

For happy thrones above.

Fair Semele, of flowing tresses vain,

By the loud blast of thunder slain,

Her joyful recompense can boast,

And lives among th' Olympic host.