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 Perchance by Dian told—'twas thine to prove A mother's pangs, and fears, and all a mother's love; For two fair children thou— as I for one: So be thou blest for ever in thy Son, Bright-hair'd Apollo, and thy days go by In peaceful gladness—happier far than I!"
 * Alas! alas! with tears on every face,

In mournful silence, lo! they quit the place! O hapless Mother, why delay so long? Thou seest the Heavens conspire to do thee wrong: Act for thyself, and take thy devious way, "Where earth and seas expand beneath the day. No rest, no slumber to thine eyes allow; Unchecked, unwearied, seek thy daughter thou! "Yes! I will seek her mid th' Iberian waves, Search through the deep Red Sea its coral caves: Where foam the shifting Syrtes seek the lost, O'er ice-bound Rhine, Riphsean realms of frost; To the far borders of the South will go, Will pierce where Boreas rears his halls of snow: Will gaze from Atlas o'er the western brine, And bid my torches on Hydaspes shine. Unpitying Jove shall mark the wanderer's tread, Till Juno triumph o'er her rival dead.