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When, from the Glebe, the Pledge of Conquest sprung,
A Tree pale-green with fairest Olives hung.
And then, to let her giddy Rival learn
What just Rewards such Boldness was to earn,
Four Tryals at each Corner had their Part,
Design'd in Miniature, and touch'd with Art.
Hæmus in one, and Rhodope of Thrace,
Transform'd to Mountains, fill'd the foremost Place;
Who claim'd the Titles of the Gods above,
And vainly us'd the Epithets of Jove.
Another shew'd, where the Pigmæan Dame,
Profaning Juno's venerable Name,
Turn'd to an airy Crane, descends from far,
And with her Pigmy Subjects wages War.
In a third Part, the Rage of Heaven's great Queen,
Display'd on proud Antigonè, was seen:
Who with presumptuous Boldness dar'd to vye,
For Beauty, with the Empress of the Sky.
Ah! what avails her ancient Princely Race,
Her Sire a King, and Troy her native Place:
Now, to a noisy Stork transform'd, she flies,
And with her whiten'd Pinions cleaves the Skies.
And in the last remaining Part was drawn
Poor Cinyras, that seem'd to weep in Stone;
Clasping the Temple Steps, he sadly mourn'd
His lovely Daughters, now to Marble turn'd.
With her own Tree the finish'd Piece is Crown'd,
And Wreaths of peaceful Olive all the Work surround.
Arachnè drew the fam'd Intreagues of Jove,
Chang'd to a Bull to gratify his Love;
How thro' the briny Tide all foaming Hoar,
Lovely Europa on his Back he bore.
The Sea seem'd waving, and the trembling Maid
Shrunk up her tender Feet, as if afraid;
And, looking back on the forsaken Strand,
To her Companions wafts her distant Hand.