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HEN now Agenor had his Daughter lost,
He sent his Son to search on every Coast;
And sternly bid him to his Arms restore
The Darling Maid, or see his Face no more,
But live an Exile in a foreign Clime;
Thus was the Father Pious to a Crime.
The restless Youth search'd all the World around;
But how can Jove in his Amours be found?
When tir'd at length with unsuccessful Toil,
To shun his angry Sire and Native Soil,
He