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THE TRIUMPHS
Here, hand in hand they move, no longer foes,
Their charms increasing as their union grows;
Pure spirits all, who hating mental strife,
Exalt creation, and embellish life;
All here attend, and, in their sovereign's praise,
Their circling forms the song of glory raise.
The blest Serena drinks, with ravish'd ear,
The melting music of the tuneful sphere.
Now in its close the soothing echoes roll
O'er her rapt fancy, and intrance her soul;
Her senses sink in soft oblivion's bands,
Till faithful Jenny at her pillow stands,
Recalls each mental and corporeal power,
While she proclaims aloud the passing hour;
And, in a voice expressive of surprise,
Too shrill to seem the music of the skies,
Informs the startled fair 'tis time to rise.
Gay as Aurora from her couch she sprung,
Joy in her eyes and music on her tongue.
Their charms increasing as their union grows;
Pure spirits all, who hating mental strife,
Exalt creation, and embellish life;
All here attend, and, in their sovereign's praise,
Their circling forms the song of glory raise.
The blest Serena drinks, with ravish'd ear,
The melting music of the tuneful sphere.
Now in its close the soothing echoes roll
O'er her rapt fancy, and intrance her soul;
Her senses sink in soft oblivion's bands,
Till faithful Jenny at her pillow stands,
Recalls each mental and corporeal power,
While she proclaims aloud the passing hour;
And, in a voice expressive of surprise,
Too shrill to seem the music of the skies,
Informs the startled fair 'tis time to rise.
Gay as Aurora from her couch she sprung,
Joy in her eyes and music on her tongue.
END OF THE FIFTH CANTO.
