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XXXVI. 



Lathy nis!^ from Sicilian plain, 

 Here in thy radiant pui'ple reign, 



Secure fi'om Etna's storm ; 

 Shrink not fi'om our inclement sky, 

 No fiery cloud will close tliine eye ; 

 No burning lava passes by. 



Thy beauty to deform. 



XXXVH. 



Of all thy wond'rous magic spells, 

 Hypericum ! ^ fame loudly tells, 



And wafts her praises high ; 

 Shielded by thee we dare inhale 

 The noisome damp, the infectious gale. 

 In vain the witches' arts assail. 



And fairies we defy. 



