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Paus'd the high dame. The elders round
In doubt and consternation frowned;
For well they thought no human eye
Could in those wreaths distinction spy.
In each the lily's snowy bell
Was stain'd with fertilizing flour,
And in the jonquil's golden cell
Hung the bright dew-drop's crystal show'r.
Low murmurs pass'd around the ring,
Of sorrow, that their far-fam'd king,
Who ev'ry shrub and flow'ret knew,
From herbs that in the valley grew,
To the proud tree of Lebanon,
Should thus, by painted toys misled,
Be doom'd to vail his honor'd head,
By woman's arts o'erthrown.
In doubt and consternation frowned;
For well they thought no human eye
Could in those wreaths distinction spy.
In each the lily's snowy bell
Was stain'd with fertilizing flour,
And in the jonquil's golden cell
Hung the bright dew-drop's crystal show'r.
Low murmurs pass'd around the ring,
Of sorrow, that their far-fam'd king,
Who ev'ry shrub and flow'ret knew,
From herbs that in the valley grew,
To the proud tree of Lebanon,
Should thus, by painted toys misled,
Be doom'd to vail his honor'd head,
By woman's arts o'erthrown.
I Collected on his throne of state,
And calm the haughty monarch sate
And calm the haughty monarch sate
