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 Yet unbeheld save by the sacred eye Of faithful love. I go to guard thy haunt, To keep from thy recess each vagrant foot, And each licentious eye." With wild surprize, As if to marble struck, devoid of sense, A stupid moment motionless she stood: So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. Recovering, swift she flew to find those robes Which blissful Eden knew not; and, array'd In careless haste, th' alarming paper snatch'd. But, when her well-known hand she saw, Her terrors vanish'd, and a softer train Of mixt emotions, hard to be describ'd, Her sudden bosom seiz'd: shame void of guilt, The charming blush of innocence, esteem And admiration of her lover's flame, By modesty exalted: even a sense Of self-approving beauty stole across Her busy thought. At length, a tender calm Hush'd by degrees the tumult of her soul; And on the spreading beech, that o'er the stream Incumbent hung, she with the silvan pen Of rural lovers this confession carv'd, Which soon her  kiss'd with weeping joy: "Dear Youth! sole judge of what these verses mean, By fortune too much favour'd, but by love, Alas! not favour'd less, be still as now Discreet: the time may come you need not fly."

sun has lost his rage: his downward orb Shoots nothing now but animating warmth, And