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Proclaim'd, that Venus, rifing from the fea, 250 



Had veil'd in Flora's modeft veil her charms. 



Such was the Fane, and fuch the Deity 

 Who feem'd, with fmile aufpicious, to inhale 

 That incenfe which a tributary world 



From all its regions round her altar breath'd ;. 255 



And yet, when to the fhrine ALCANDER, led 

 His living Goddefs, only with a figh, 

 And ftarting tear, the ftatue and the dome 

 Reluctantly me view'd.- And " why," me cry'd, 

 " Why would, my beft Prefer ver here erect,, 260 



" With all the fond idolatry of Love,, 

 " A Wretch's image whom his Pride mould fcorn,. 

 ** (For fo his Country bids him). Drive me hence,, 

 " Tranfport me quick to Gallia's hoftile fhore, 

 ** Hoftile to thee, yet not, alas ! to her 265 



" Who there was meant to fojourn : there, perchance, 

 " My Father, wafted by more profp'rous gales, 

 " Now mourns his Daughter loft ; my Brother there 

 " Perhaps now fooths that venerable age 



"He 



