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UPID, if storying Legends tell aright, Once fram'd a rich Elixir of Delight. A Chalice o'er love-kindled flames he fix'd, And in it Nectar and Ambrosia mix'd: With these the magic dews, which Evening brings, Brush'd from the Idalian star by faery wings: Each tender pledge of sacred Faith he join'd, Each gentler Pleasure of th' unspotted mind— Day-dreams, whose tints with sportive brightness glow And Hope, the blameless Parasite of Woe. The eyeless Chemist heard the process rife, The steamy Chalice bubbled up in sighs; Sweet sounds transpir'd, as when the enamour'd Dove Pours the soft murm'ring of responsive Love.