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Rh Of power to lift the fixed soul High o'er Fortune's proud controul; Kindling deep, prophetic musing; Love of beauteous death infusing; Scorn, and unconquerable hate Of tyrant pride's unhallowed state. The boy abashed, and half afraid, Beheld each chaste immortal maid: Pallas spread her Egis there; Mars stood by with threatening air; And stern Diana's icy look With sudden chill his bosom struck. "Daughters of Jove, receive the child," The queen of beauty said, and smiled;— Her rosy breath perfumed the air, And scattered sweet contagion there; Relenting Nature learned to languish, And sickened with delightful anguish:—