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Ere yet he executes this dire intent, 

 In wild diforder once more views the light j 

 Beneath a weight of woe, he groans diftrefs'd : 

 The tears run trickling down his hairy cheeks ; 

 He weeps, nor weeps in vain. The king beholds 

 His wretched plight, and tendernefs innate 

 Moves his great foul. Soon at his high command 

 Rebuk'd, the difappointed, hungry pack 

 Retire fubmifs, and grumbling quit their prey. 

 Great prince ! from thee what may thy fubjeds 

 hope. 

 So kind, and fo beneficent to brutes ? 

 O mercy, heav'nly born ! fweet attribute ! 

 Thou great, thou beft prerogative of pow'r ! 

 Juftice may guard the throne, but, join'd with thee^ 

 On rocks of adamant it ftands fecure. 

 And braves the ftorm beneath : foon as thy fmiles 

 Gild the rough deep, the foaming waves fubfidc;, 

 And all the noify tumult finks in peace. 



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