 | Juvenile poems on various subjects |  |
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Bright in the glories of a rising sun.
Beneath in solemn pomp with hands uprear'd,
In flowing robes the Magi all appear'd.
Here the sage Bactrian pois'd his magic wand,
Obedient Genii waited his command.
There Thammuz laid, while from the gaping wound
Pour'd the rich stream, and sanguin'd all the ground.
Amidst his impious vot'ries Chemos' stood,
And horrid Moloch smear'd with infant blood.
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