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Now reaps the Youth the Glory of his Toil; To him the Monarch gives the martial Spoil; Rewards his Valour with a noble Poft,
And makes him First Commander of his Hoft.
But Wealth and Fame infipid Things appear;
His Fame, which foon at Sufa was reveal'd,
For, tho' the wife Prifcilla often ftrove,
As when, in rural Cots, the Flames aspire,. And lab'ring Peasants quench the mounting Fire;
If Chance a latent Spark remain behind,
And fills her tender Soul with foft Defire.
And is my Felix yet alive? fhe fays;
And is he crown'd with Wealth, and deathlefs Praise ?
No, no; I fear the flatt'ring Tale deceives; Methinks I fee him plunging in the Waves. Ah! why, ye Heav'ns, are feeble Mortals curst, In Things uncertain, to believe the worst? No; rather let me fee the Thunic Court; There, with my Eyes, confirm the bleft Report: Hope flies before, and points the pleasing Way; Love urges on, and Love I must obey.
So faying, to Prifcilla straight she came, And, with her Thoughts, acquaints the pious
The pious Dame, with tender Pity fway'd,
The nodding Plumes around his Temples wave,
The joyous Stream descended from his Eyes:
The Nymph beheld the weeping Chief; nor knew,
For what he wept, nor whom she came to view :
And when, at length, their crystal Sluices ceas'd,
Ye Gods! and have I then my Charmer. found?
And are my Labours thus completely crown'd?
He faid; and now the joyful Damsel spake The Dangere which the fuffer'd for his Sake;
Shews him the Dame, who found her on the
Prifcilla too, who all her Wants fupply'd:
He rais'd the Hero, bids the Nymph appear;
Young Ammon's Self cou'd not thy Pow'r confine; The World his Subject was, but He was thine. Then, fmiling, thus he chear'd the trembling
Fair; Henceforward, lovely Nymph, dismiss thy Care:
For fince thy Love has conquer'd Wind and Sea, Curst be the King, that's crueller than they ! Let Hymen straight confirm the Marriage Ties; Thou justly hast deserv❜d the nuptial Prize.
This faid, he crown'd the Hero's martial Care, With Riches far fuperior to the Fair: Due Thanks return'd, they to Prifcilla came, Beftowing Gifts and Honours on the Dame. Caprefa next, with Age and Labour worn, In comely Robes the grateful Pair adorn; With ample Wealth her former Bliss restor❜d, And from the Seas redeem'd her nuptial Lord: Her nuptial Lord again enjoys his Wife, Again delightful Freedom crowns his Life; Till Nature calls him to refign his Breath, In honourable Age, and peaceful Death.
This done, the loving Couple quit the Shore, And joyfully the destin'd Port explore; While sportive Nereids round their Vessel play, And wanton Cupids hail them on their Way: Rough Thetis' Self affumes a pleafing Smile, Glad to return them to their native Soil; Where facred Hymen join'd their mutual Hands, And Heav'n, indulgent, blefs'd their nuptial Bands.