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Sitting like a Goddess bright,
In the center of her light.

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Might she the wise Latona be,
Or the towred Cybele,
Mother of a hundred Gods;
Juno dares not give her odds ;

Who had thought this clime had held

A deity so unparrallel’d ? As they come forward, the Genius of the wood appears,

and turning toward them, Speaks.

G E NIU S. STAY gentle Swains, for though in this disguise, w I see bright honor sparkle through your eyes; Of famous Arcady ye are, and sprung Of that renowned flood, so often sung, Divine Alpheus, who by secret sluce

30 Stole under seas to meet his Arethuse; And ye, the breathing roses of the wood, Fair silver-buskin’d Nymphs as great and good, I know this quest of yours, and free intent Was all in honor and devotion meant

35 To the great mistress of yon princely shrine, Whom with low reverence I adore as mine, And with all helpful service will comply To further this night's glad folemnity;

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And lead ye where ye may more near behold 40
What shallow-searching Fame hath left untold;
Which I full oft amidst these shades alone
Have fat to wonder at, and gaze upon :
For know by lot from Jove I am the Power
Of this fair wood, and live in oaken bower, 45
To nurse the saplings tall, and curl the grove
With ringlets quaint, and wanton windings wove.
And all my plants I save from nightly ill
Of noisome winds, and blasting vapors chill :
And from the boughs brush off the evil dew, 50
And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blue,
Or what the cross dire-looking planet smites,
Or hurtful worm with canker'd venom bites.
When evening gray doth rise, I fetch my round
Over the mount, and all this hallow'd ground, 55
And early ere the odorous breath of morn
Awakes the slumb'ring leaves, or tassel'd horn
Shakes the high thicket, haste I all about,
Number my ranks, and visit every sprout
With puissant words, and murmurs made to bless;
But else in deep of night, when drowsiness 61
Hath lock'd up mortal sense, then listen I
To the celestial Sirens harmony,
That sit upon the nine infolded spheres,
And sing to those that hold the vital shears, 65
And turn the adamantin spindle round,
On which the fate of Gods and men is wound.
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Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie,
To lull the daughters of Necessity,
And keep unsteddy Nature to her law, 70
And the low world in measur'd motion draw
After the heav'nly tune, which none can hear
Of human mold with gross unpurged ear;
And yet such music worthiest were to blaze
The peerless highth of her immortal praise, 75
Whose lustre leads us, and for her most fit,
If my inferior hand or voice could hit
Inimitable sounds, yet as we go,
Whate'er the skill of lesser Gods can show,
I will assay, her worth to celebrate,

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And so attend ye toward her glitterring state;
Where ye may all that are of noble ftem
Approach, and kiss her sacred vesture's hem.

II. S O N G. n’ER the smooth enameld green, Where no print of step hath been,

Follow me as I sing,

And touch the warbled string,
Under the shady roof
Of branching elm star-proof.

Follow me
I will bring you where she sits,
Clad in splendor as befits
Her deity.

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Such a rural Queen
All Arcadia hath not seen.

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III. SONG
N YMPHS and Shepherds dance no more

I By sandy Ladon’s lillied banks,
On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar

Trip no more in twilight ranks,
Though Erymanth your loss deplore,

A better foil shall give ye thanks.
From the stony Mänalus
Bring your flocks, and live with us,
Here ye shall have greater grace,
To serve the Lady of this place.
Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were,
Yet Syrinx well might wait on her.

Such a rural Queen
All Arcadia hath not seen.

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