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With all her lustre, but without the dread
Which from her arm the frowning gorgon shed,
Sophrosyne descends with guardian love,
To waft her gentle ward to worlds above.
From her fair brow a radiant diadem
Rose in twelve stars, and every separate gem
Shot magic rays, of virtue to control
Some passion hostile to the human soul.
Round her sweet form a robe of æther flow'd,
And in a wonderous car the smiling Spirit rode;
Firm as pure ivory, it charm'd the sight
The hand of Beauty, with an easy swell,
Scoop'd the free concave like a bending shell;
And on its rich exterior, Art display'd
The triumphs of the Power the car convey'd.
Here, in celestial tints, surpassing life,
Sat lovely Gentleness disarming Strife;
There, young Affection, born of tender Thought,
In rosy chains the fiercer passions caught;
Which from her arm the frowning gorgon shed,
Sophrosyne descends with guardian love,
To waft her gentle ward to worlds above.
From her fair brow a radiant diadem
Rose in twelve stars, and every separate gem
Shot magic rays, of virtue to control
Some passion hostile to the human soul.
Round her sweet form a robe of æther flow'd,
And in a wonderous car the smiling Spirit rode;
Firm as pure ivory, it charm'd the sight
The hand of Beauty, with an easy swell,
Scoop'd the free concave like a bending shell;
And on its rich exterior, Art display'd
The triumphs of the Power the car convey'd.
Here, in celestial tints, surpassing life,
Sat lovely Gentleness disarming Strife;
There, young Affection, born of tender Thought,
In rosy chains the fiercer passions caught;
