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The THIRD ODE.
On LOVE.

ONE midnight when the bear did standA-level with Boötes' hand,And, with their labour sore oppress'd,The race of men were lay'd to rest, 4Then to my doors, at unawares,Came Love, and tried to force the bars.
 Who thus assails my doors, I cry'd?Who breaks my slumbers? Love reply'd, 8Open: a child alone is here!A little child!———you need not fear:Here through the moonless night I stray,And, drench'd in rain, have lost my way. 12
 Then mov'd to pity by his plight,Too much in haste my lamp I light,And open: when a child I see,A little child, he seem'd to me; 16

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