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Yet while with close delight and inward pride
The queen of Beauty flopp?d her bridled doves,
Now Mars, she said, lc Fame exali her voice,
The swift wing’d Pow'r shall take her trump again,
To recolle uriweary'd Marlbro's toils,
Renown'd for truth let all thy fons appear,
Mars (mild, and bow'd : the Cyprian deity Turn’d to the glorious ruler of the sky; And thou, she smiling said, great god of Days And Verse, behold my deed and ling my praise; As on the British earth, my fav’rite ifle, Thy gentle rays and kindell influence smile, Thro' all her laughing fields and verdant groves, Proclaim with joy these memorable loves : From ev'ry annual course let one great day To celebrated fports and floral play Be fet alide ; and in the softest lays Of thy poetic fons, be folemn praise And everlasting marks of honor paid To the true Lover and the Nut-brown Maid.
END OF THE FIRST VOLUML.