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 She lifts her head, and, on her arm reclin'd, Drinks the sweet accents in her grateful mind: On all around she turns her roving eyes, And views the splendid scene with glad surprize; Fresh lawns, and sunny banks, and roseate bowers, Hills white with flocks, and meadows gemm'd with flowers; Cool shades, a sure defence from summer's ray, And silver brooks, where wanton damsels play, Which with soft notes their dimpled crystal roll'd O'er colour'd shells and sands of native gold; A rising fountain play'd from every stream, Smiil'd as it rose, and call a transient gleam, Then, gently falling in a vocal shower, Bath'd every shrub, and sprinkled every flower, That on the banks, like many a lovely bride, View'd in the liquid glass their blushing pride; Whilst on each branch, with purple blossoms hung, The sportful birds their joyous descant sung.


 * While Maia, thus entranc'd in sweet delight,

With each gay object fed her eager sight, The goddess mildly caught her willing hand, And led her trembling o'er the flowery land.