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 * The damsel rose; and lost in glad surprize,

Cast round the gay expanse her opening eyes, That shone with pleasure like a starry beam, Or moonlight sparkling on a silver dream. She thought some nymph must haunt that lovely scene Some woodland goddess, or some fairy queen; At least she hop'd in some sequester'd vale To hear the shepherd tell his amorous tale: Led by these flattering hopes from glade to glade, From lawn to lawn with hasty steps she stray'd; But not a nymph by streamn or fountain stood, And not a fairy glided through the wood; No damsel wanton'd o'er the dewy flowers, No shepherd sung beneath the rosy bowers; On every side she saw vast mountains rise, That thrust their daring foreheads in the skies; The rocks of polish'd alabaster seem'd, And in the sun their lofty summits gleam'd. She call'd aloud, but not a voice replied, Save echo babling from the mountain's side.