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Some grot or grassy bank shall be my bier,
Thus while me moums, o'erwhelm'd in deep despair, She rends her silken robes, and golden hair: Her fatal ring, the cause of all her woes, On a hard rock with mad'ning rage she throws; The gem, rebounding from the stone, displays Its verdant hue, and sheds refreshing rays: Sudden descends the genius of the ring, And drops celestial fragrance from his wing; Then speaks, "Who calls me from the realms of day? "Ask, and I grant; command, and I obey."
She drank his melting words with ravish *d ears, And stop'd the gushing current of her tears; Then kiss'd his skirts, that like a ruby glow'd, And said, "O bear me to my sire's abode."
Straight o'er her eyes a shady veil arose, And all her soul was lull'd in still repose.
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By this with flow'rs the rosy-singer'd dawn
And now in silence o'er the gloomy land
O'erpow'r'd with bursting joy she runs to meet
AN EASTERN ALLEGORY,
DE C K'D with fresh garlands, like a rural bride,