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The stern CLOCINDA marks them for her own, 

 Each by her hand remorseless now, is thrown 

 Within the bubbling cauldron ; hissing fires 

 Their requiem sing, and bubbling each expires. 

 One last embrace, one long, entrancing kiss, 

 One lingering dream of love and happiness 

 The lovers know, then tearfully await 

 The dreadful summons of impending fate. 

 Oh ! great divinity of wedded love ! 

 Let grief like theirs thy kind compassion move. 

 And thou, bright Venus ! to thy votaries come, 

 And rescue them from this too early doom ; 

 Arm all thy Cupids, bid the potent band 

 Arrest for once the stern Clocinda s hand 

 Still let them live, and all thy pleasures prove 

 Too short, as yet, their happy dream of love ! 

 How sad, at length when sweet fruition crowns 

 Hope s golden dream, and fortune adverse frowns 

 No more, but wreath-ed now in smiles 

 With bliss before unknown the heart beguiles : 

 When, soul to soul, by sweet emotions tied, 

 And every wish and every thought allied ; 

 Dependent each, and every look revealing 

 The depth of joy, the ecstacy of feeling 

 When all the future seems a present bliss, 



