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The UNIVERSAL MISTAKE.
My fair Flavilla, t'other nightWith garlands deck'd, appear'd so bright,
The world mistook her sparkling eyes
For morning's unexpected rise;
And at the sight, the teeming earth
Gave to the sweetest odours birth;
While music eccho'd thro' the air,
Tribute of ev'ry dancing sphere;
The stars with fainter glimm'ring burn'd,
And fondly thought the day return'd;
Sol stretch'd upon his osier bed,
Where Thetis lap sustain'd his head,
Rous'd, after her his race to turn;
He too mistook her for the morn;
While Neptune, monarch of the main,
Could scarce within his bounds contain;
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Unable to sustain the sight,
“'Tis death, he cry'd, for him that views!”
And instant sunk beneath the ooze.
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