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But having done whate'er she cou'd devise,
And empty'd all her Magazine of Lies,
The Time approach'd; the next ensuing Day
The fatal Secret must to Light betray.
Then Telethusa had recourse to Pray'r,
She, and her Daughter with dishevel'd Hair;
Trembling with Fear, great Isis they ador'd,
Embrac'd her Altar, and her Aid implor'd.
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Who sway'st the Sceptre of the Pharian Isle,
And sev'n-fold Falls of disemboguing Nile,
Relieve in this our last Distress, she said,
A suppliant Mother, and a mournful Maid.
Thou, Goddess, thou wert present to my Sight;
Reveal'd I saw thee by thy own fair Light:
I saw thee in my Dream, as now I see,
With all thy Marks of awful Majesty:
The glorious Train that compass'd thee around;
And heard the hollow Timbrels holy Sound.
Thy Words I noted, which I still retain;
Let not thy sacred Oracles be vain.
That Iphis lives, that I myself am free
From Shame, and Punishment I owe to thee.
On thy Protection all our Hopes depend:
Thy Counsel sav'd us, let thy Pow'r defend.
Her Tears pursu'd her Words; and while she spoke
The Goddess nodded; and her Altar shook:
The Temple Doors, as with a Blast of Wind,
Were heard to clap; the Lunar Horns that bind
The Brows of Isis cast a Blaze around;
The trembling Timbrel made a murm'ring Sound.
Some Hopes these happy Omens did impart;
Forth went the Mother with a beating Heart:
Not much in Fear, nor fully satisfy'd;
But Iphis follow'd with a larger Stride:

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