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Rh And smiles eternal, from her candid eyes, Flow'd like the dewy lustre of the morn Effusive trembling on the placid waves. The spring of heav'n had shed its blushing spoils To bind her sable tresses: full diffus'd Her yellow mantle floated in the breeze; And in her hand she wav'd a living branch Rich with immortal fruits, of pow'r to calm The wrathful heart, and from the bright'ning eyes To chase the cloud of sadness. More sublime The heav'nly partner mov'd. The Prime of age Compos'd her steps. The presence of a god, High on the circle of her brow inthron'd, From each majestic motion darted awe, Devoted awe! till, cherish'd by her looks Benevolent and meek, confiding love To filial rapture soften'd all the soul. Free in her graceful hand she poiz'd the sword Of chaste dominion. An heroic crown Display'd the old simplicity of pomp, Around her honour'd head. A matron's robe, White as the sunshine streams thro vernal clouds, Her stately form invested. Hand in hand Th' immortal pair forsook th' enamell'd green, Ascending slowly. Rays of limpid light Gleam'd round their path; cœlestial rounds were heard, And thro' the fragrant air ætherial dews Rh