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" Unbreathing wonder hush'd the adoring throng, 

 Froze the broad eye, and chain'd the silent tongue; 

 Mute was the wail of Want, and Misery's cry^ 

 And grateful Pity wiped her lucid eye; 

 Peace with sweet voice the Seraph-form address'd, 

 And Virtue clasp'd him to her throbbing breast." 



END OF CANTO III. 



