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 SON N iT. 315 XXI. THE CHOICE. Wnzs reason-made me.capable of choice, ' To me three sster nymphs, yet rivals, came; Each stroe-my first affections to iniame,. And fix me herq'forlife. With sweetest voice, And lyric' touch more:exquisitely nice, Orpheus, than .thine, .the.flint pr.d her The second to $he eye addrest her aim,. And spread all mimic hues, that might entice The yielding soul. 'Btt, oh, the third drownear, And won me with her smile... Her looks impart An unknown rapture. Prostrate, I revere, And ery, O loveliest, teach me.altthine.art ! Guide thesemyhand, or modulal mln ear, But thou alone reign inistress ofnry imartA '

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