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But emulates the diamond's blaze, Whose cheek but mocks the peach's
bloom, Whose breath the hyacinth's perfume, Whose melting voice the warbling woodlark's
lays, Shall she be deem'd my rival ? Shall a
form Of elemental drofs, of mould'ring clay, Vie with these charms empyreal ? The
poor worm Shall prove
her contest vain, Life's little
day Shall pass, and she is gone : while I ap
pear Flush'd with the bloom of youth through
Heav'n's eternal year.
Know, Mortals, know, ere first ye sprung,
I thone amid her heavenly throng,
beheld Creation’s day, This voice began the choral lay,
And taught Archangels their triumphant
fong, Pleas'd I survey'd bright Nature's gra
dual birth, Saw infant Light with kindling luftre spread, Soft vernal fragrance clothe the flow'ring
earth, And Ocean heave on its extended bed;
Saw the tall pine aspiring pierce the sky, The tawny lion ftalk, the rapid eagle fly.
Last, Man arose, erect in youthful grace, Heaven's hallow'd image stamp'd upon his face,
[giv'n, And, as he rose, the high behest was
" That I alone, of all the host of heav'n, • Should reign Protectress of the godlike
Youth :' Thus the Almighty spake : he fpake, and call'd me TRUTH.
ELINDA now, whom thirst of fame
Strait the three bands prepare in arms to join,
Behold, four Kings in majefty reverd,
And party-colour'd troops, a shining train, Drawn forth to combat on the velvet plain.
The skilful Nymph reviews her force with
Let Spades be trumps ! the said, and
trumps they were.
Now move to war her fable Matadores,
Thus far both armies to Belinda yield;