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But when the Thunder of the War grew loud, Himself, protected from the Hostile Crowd, His ample Target to the Warrior lent, In time of Need, his Danger to prevent: The youthful Teucer this Asylum chose,And dar'd, Secure, the thickest of his Foes; Aurelia spoke—the rest her Words rever'd,And all around their mingled Shouts were heard.
Where Praise so just is due, the Grateful Muse, Disdains her humble Tribute to refuse; Hail Spacious Canopy, spread Heav'nly wide!What Wonders dost thou show what Wonders hide? Could I but half thy num'rous Beauties tell,For ever on the Lovely Theme I'd dwell.
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