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Written for my Son,
upon Lady Santry's coming to School, to see her Son, and getting the Scholars a Play-Day.
So Ceres, lovely and divine,Eager to see her Proserpine,
Blessing the Nations as she pass'd,
Reach'd the fell Tyrant's Court at last;
Around her shot a Gleam of Light,
Diffusing Joy, dispelling Night;
And, whilst she gilds the dismal Gloom,
The Damn'd a-while forget their Doom;
The Danaids no longer fill;
And Sisyphus's Stone stood still;
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With impious Arts, to rival Fove;
Grim Pluto smil'd; all Hell look'd gay;
Happy, as we were Yesterday.
Poems on Several Occasions | ||