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III.
But not again may she tempt its shade,Till the vow is plighted, the blessing said,
That, like the holy man of old,
As chroniclers inspired have told,
From the fair isle of love and bliss
Charm all the venom'd things that hiss,
And rob the serpent of his sting,
At virtue's shrine meet offering.
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