I. 2.

Smit by thy rapture-beaming eye,

Deep flashing through the midnight of their mind,

The sable bands combined,

Where Fear's black banner bloats the troubled sky,

Appalled retire. Suspicion hides her head,

Nor dares th' obliquely gleaming eye-ball raise;

Despair, with gorgon-figured veil o'erspread,

Speeds to dark Phlegethon's detested maze.

Lo, startled at the heavenly ray,

With speed unwonted Indolence upsprings,

And, heaving, lifts her leaden wings,

And sullen glides away.

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