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But when unweeting of the guile
Awoke the pris'ner sweet,
He struggled to escape awhile
And stamp'd his færy feet.

Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight
Subdued th' impatient boy!
He gaz'd! he thrill'd with deep delight!
Then clapp'd his wings for Joy.

And ô! he cried—"Of magic kind
"What charms this Throne endear!
Some other Love let Venus find——
I'll fix my empire here."

 

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