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 16 A DRAMATIC ODE. Meantime, the thread of fate I'!1 twine, And ratify whate'er ye sing, And, woven with the web, combine The varied gifts, that each shall bring. First approach, and from this urn The number'd lots in order take, And, as they indicate, in turn, Your magic minstrelsy awake: And, to ulde the measures, learn This oracle, the Fates have given, "Peace, his anxious suit shall spurn, "Until he seek her gifts from Heaven." draw tI lots; qfter which, Fear,,Sbrrow, 'c. simj to9ether. Huzza ! huzza ! the boy is ours, He is for the darker Powers ! For, lo, the wildest, and the worst Must endow the infant first l Come, tumultuous spirits, come! Fix his fate, pronounce his doom ! Round his heart, and o'er his head, Weave your imprecations dread ! Breathe your mutter'd curses deep, O'er his still unconscious sleep; ......... Google

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