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THE TRIUMPHS


This, thy last fight, with careful eyes survey,
And mark th' extensive nature of my sway."
Thus with fond zeal the guardian spirit said,
And to new precincts of her palace led;
The scene she enter'd of her richest state,
Where on her voice the subject passions wait:
Here rose a throne of living gems so bright
No breath could fully their benignant light;
This, her immortal seat, the gracious guide
Assum'd: her ward stood wondering at her side.
Swift as they felt their ruling Power enthron'd,
Ætherial beings, who her empire own'd,
Crowded in glittering pomp the gorgeous scene,
To pay their homage to their heavenly queen.
First came chaste Love, whose sweet harmonious form
Ne'er felt suspicion's soul-convulsing storm;
No baleful arrow in his quiver lies,
No blinding veil inwraps his sparkling eyes;