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And there for the theft of the Dove to atone, 
Select a sweet flow’ret and make it thine own. 
But promise, and let not that promise be vain, 
That no more thou wilt shoot in my bow’rs again. 
Or I’ll break thy gold darts and clip thy bow-string 
And ev’ry soft feather I’ll pluck from thy wing; 
Then ne’er wilt thou stretch them to soar in the air, 
And Psyche a garland of willow must wear— 
But if with my wish, thou wilt freely comply, 
To the land of delight we will presently fly ; 
Since Constancy’s flow’ret is claim’d by the Dove 
There find a meet emblem of Beauty and Love. 
And give it that motto, declare it to be 
E’er sacred to Yenus, and sacred to thee ! 
The child was delighted, the grievance was heal’d, 
The truce and conditions were presently seal’d ; 
The question was now, whether Flora should call 
Her subjects to come to a breakfast or ball ? 
Should they borrow the light of the Sun or the Moon, 
And send invitations for Evening or Noon ? 
