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OF TEMPER.
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But to her wounded subjects quick to pay
The tender duties of imperial sway,
Their wants she succour'd, they her wish obey'd,
And all recovered by alternate aid;
While, on the lovely queen's enchanting face,
Departed sorrow's faint and fainter trace
Gave to each touching charm a more attractive grace.
Now, laughing Sport, from the enlighten'd plain,
Clear'd with quick foot the vestiges of pain;
The gay scene grows more beautifully bright,
Than when it first allur'd Serena's sight;
Still her fond eyes o'er all the prospect range,
Flashing sweet pleasure at the blissful change:
Her curious thoughts with fond attachment burn,
Yet more of this engaging land to learn.
She finds the chief attendants of the queen,
Sweet females, wafted from our human scene;
But, as it chanc'd, while all the realm reviv'd,
A spirit masculine from earth arriv'd: