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ODE III. CUPID BENIGHTED.

The sable Night had spread around
This nether World a Gloom profound;
No silver Moon nor Stars appear,
And strong Boötes urg'd the Bear:

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The Race of Man, with Toils opprest
Enjoy'd the balmy Sweets of Rest;
When from the heav'nly Court of Jove
Descended swift the God of Love,
(Ah me! I tremble to relate)
And loudly thunder'd at my Gate.
“Who's there? I cry'd, Who breaks my Door
“At this unseasonable Hour?”
The God, with well dissembled Sighs,
And Moan insidious, thus replies:
“Pray ope the Door, dear Sir—'tis I,
“A harmless, miserable Boy;
“Benumm'd with Cold and Rain I stray
“A long, uncomfortable Way—

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“The Winds with blust'ring Horror roar—
“'Tis dismal dark—Pray ope the Door.”
Quite unsuspicious of a Foe
I listen'd to the Tale of Woe,
Compassion touch'd my Breast, and strait
I struck a Light, unbarr'd the Gate;
When, lo! a winged Boy I spy'd
With Bow and Quiver at his Side:
I wonder'd at his strange Attire;
Then friendly plac'd him near the Fire.
My Heart was bounteous and benign,
I warm'd his little Hands in mine,
Chear'd him with kind assiduous Care,
And wrung the Water from his Hair.
Soon as the fraudful Youth was warm,
“Let's try, says he, if any Harm
“Has chanc'd my Bow this stormy Night;
“I fear the Wet has spoil'd it quite:”
With that he bent the fatal Yew,
And to the Head an Arrow drew;

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Loud twang'd the sounding String, the Dart
Pierc'd thro' my Liver and my Heart.
Then laugh'd amain the wanton Boy,
And, “Friend, he cry'd, I wish thee Joy;
“Undamag'd is my Bow, I see,
“But what a Wretch I've made of thee!”