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SCENE I.
Aspasia
solus.
In these dark Moments of suspended Fate,
While yet the future Fortune of my Country
Lies in the Womb of Providence conceal'd,
And anxious Angels wait the mighty Birth;
O grant thy sacred Influence, pow'rful Virtue!
Attention rise, survey the fair Creation,
Till conscious of th' incircling Deity,
Beyond the Mists of Care thy Pinion tow'rs.
This Calm, these Joys, dear Innocence! are thine,
Joys ill exchang'd for Gold, and Pride, and Empire.
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