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Leoni, too, had raised his spear, Impatient for the high career, Where deeds of honour would be done, In honour of the triumph won.

The following morn that sacred shrine Saw toys and gauds unwonted shine. The ivy o'er the lattice hung Back, for a freer light was flung. O'er the grey pallet were unrolled Silks heavy with the weight of gold. The caskets are unlocked, that shew Pearls glittering like untrodden snow: The diamond, like stars at night; The emerald, which has caught the light Of early sunbeams, when they pass Over the dewy morning grass.