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 Like hideous features Wan Stains of ominous Light! Resign'd, yet sad, The fair Form bow'd her olive-crowned Brow: Then o'er the plain with oft reverted eye Fled till a Place of Tombs she reach'd, and there Within a ruin'd Sepulchre obscure Found Hiding-place.

The delegated Maid Gaz'd thro' her tears, then in sad tones exclaim'd, Thou mild-ey'd ! wherefore, ah! wherefore fled?

Dwelt in thy dwellings, call thee. Ah! why, uninjured and unprofited, Should multitudes against their brethren rush? Why sow they guilt, still reaping Misery? Lenient of care, thy songs, O ! are sweet, As after showers the perfumed gale of eve, That flings the cool drops on a feverous cheek: And gay thy grassy altar pil'd with fruits. But boasts the shrine of Dæmon one charm, Save that with many an orgie strange and foul, Dancing around with interwoven arms, The Maniac and Giant Errata