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Not that the Nations dread thy nod,And Princes reverence thee their earthly God.Even on a Monarch's solitudeCare the black Spectre will intrude,The bowl brief pleasure can bestowThe Purple cannot shield from Woe.But King of Persia thou art blest,For Heaven who rais'd thee thus the world aboveHas made thee happy in Apame's love!
Oh! I have seen his fond looks traceEach angel feature of her face.Rove o'er her form with eager eye,And sigh and gaze, and gaze and sigh.Lo! from his brow with mimic frown,Apame takes the sacred crown;Her faultless form, her lovely faceAdd to the diadem new grace:And subject to a Woman's lawsDarius sees and smiles applause!
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