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Her form of majesty, her eyes of fireChill with respect, or kindle with desire.The admiring multitude her charms adore,And own her worthy of the crown she wore.
Now on his couch reclin'd Darius lay, Tir'd with the toilsome pleasures of the day;Without Judæa's watchful sons await,To guard the sleeping pageant of the state.Three youths were these of Judah's royal race,Three youths whom Nature dower'd with every grace,To each the form of symmetry she gave,And haughty Genius curs'd each favorite slave;These fill'd the cup, around the Monarch kept,Serv'd as he spake, and guarded whilst he slept.
Yet oft for Salem's hallowed towers laid lowThe sigh would heave, the unbidden tear would flow;And when the dull and wearying round of PowerAllowed Zorobabel one vacant hour,
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