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But see ! emerging from the weeping sky, 



As new-born Venus, rising from the sea, 



The lovely daughter of the storm appear, 



Of peace and hope the harbinger, 



As bright her glowing beauties rise, 



Hushed is the fury of the skies. 



Fierce Boreas, softened, stills his wrath, 



While gentle Zephyrs crowd her path. 



The torrents cease, the vapors fly, 



All heaven owns her mild supremacy. 



Gladly the earth receives the gentle maid 



And joyous Nature all her charms displayed, 



Recovering soon, from previous fears, 



Smiles still more sweetly through her glist ning 



tears. 



E en so, Clocinda s rising smile foretels 

 A grateful calm, and every fear dispels. 



Lo ! where, majestic, by the crackling flame, 



She seems a priestess, o er some mystic scheme 



Divinely rapt, while, pierced by spit, 



Pinioned and plucked before th embrowning heat 



The victim turns ; revolving slow, 



Him she annoints with juices from below, 



While molten fat ascends in savory clouds, 



