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 When o'er high tow'rs the red destroyer plays, And strikes the mountains with the pointed blaze; Safe in their innocence, like gods, they rise, And lift their souls serenely to the skies.


 * , ye profane;the sacred nine were giv'n

To bless these lower worlds by bounteous heav'n: Of old, Prometheus, from the realms above, Brought down these daughters of almighty Jove, When to his native earth the robber came, Charg'd with the plunder of ethereal flame. As due compassion touch'd his gen'rous mind, To see the savage state of humankind; When led to range at large the bright abodes, And share th' ambrosial banquets of the gods; In many a whirl he saw Olympus driv'n, And heard th' eternal harmony of heav'n. Turn'd round and round the consortconcert [sic] charm'd his ears With all the musick of the dancing spheres; The sacred nine his wond'ring eyes behold, As each her orb in just divisions roll'd; The