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136 It burſts, and in a blaze of light expires; So may ſhe burn, but with more laſting fires. Begin, begin, the myſtic ſpells prepare; Bring Mira back, my perjur’d wanderer.

As the wax melts which to the flame I hold, So may ſhe melt, and never more grow cold. Tough iron will yield, and ſtubborn marble run, And hardeſt hearts by love are melted down. Begin, begin, the myſtic ſpells prepare; Bring Mira back, my perjur’d wanderer.

As with impetuous motion whirling round This magic wheel ſtill moves, yet keeps its ground, Ever returning; ſo may ſhe come back, And never more th’ appointed round forſake. Begin, begin, the myſtic ſpells prepare; Bring Mira back, my perjur’d wanderer.

Diana! hail; all hail; moſt welcome thou, To whom th’ infernal king and judges bow: O thou! whoſe art the pow’r of hell diſarms, Upon a faithleſs woman try thy charms. Hark! the dogs howl. She comes, the goddeſs comes: Sound the loud trump, and beat our brazen drums. Begin, begin, the myſtic ſpells prepare; Bring Mira back, my perjur’d wanderer.