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 But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the pris'ner sweet, He struggled to escape awhile And stamp'd his færy feet.

Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight Subdued th' impatient boy! He gaz'd! he thrill'd with deep delight! Then clapp'd his wings for Joy.

And ô! he cried—"Of magic kind "What charms this Throne endear! Some other let Venus find I'll fix my empire here."