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“Blest be this Spring!” — said that Lady so wild! —“That ne'er o'erflows, by no false bounty beguiled!
“The reviving draught I feel
“Glow throughout my veins, and steal
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“That before, in snow and flame,
“Chilled and burnt with fierce extremes,
“And urged the soul to maddest themes!
“I may not pause to tell them now —
“Speed, Gratitude! to bless the hand
“That did to agony allow
“The cordial cup of solace bland.
“Now, by the fatal Sisters three!
“Without reward, such charity
“Shall ne'er be said was shewn to me —
“I know why ye from patience start,
“Why ye would hence, with furious heart —
“Ye, like the Fates, would mount your steeds,
“And scour the woods with slaughter,
“Vengeance to joy, while battle bleeds,
“For Love's fair Spouse, and infant Daughter.
“Stay — be not rash — that Robber's charms
“Can soon unnerve the strength of arms;
“Ye will before his sorcery stand
“At best but infants — or to stone
“Be stricken by his potent wand —
“Doth Agilnoth forget so soon
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“So idly by his chill side down?
“But wait —” (and from her vest she took,
Of giant size, a golden book) —
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