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 The Temple shakes, the sounding Gates unfold, Wide Vaults appear, and Roofs of fretted Gold, Rais'd on a thousand Pillars, wreath'd around With Lawrel-Foliage, and with Eagles crown'd: Of bright, transparent Beryl were the Walls, The Freezes Gold, and Gold the Capitals: As Heaven with Stars, the Roof with Jewels glows, And ever living Lamps depend in Rows. Full in the Passage of each spacious Gate The sage Historians in white Garments wait; Grav'd o'er their Seats the Form of Time was found, His Scythe revers'd, and both his Pinions bound. Within, stood Heroes who thro' loud Alarms In bloody Fields pursu'd Renown in Arms. High on a Throne with Trophies charg'd, I view'd The Youth that all things but himself subdu'd; His