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It burſts, and in a blaze of light expires;
So may ſhe burn, but with more laſting fires.20
Begin, begin, the myſtic ſpells prepare;
Bring Mira back, my perjur’d wanderer.

As the wax melts which to the flame I hold,
So may ſhe melt, and never more grow cold.
Tough iron will yield, and ſtubborn marble run,25
And hardeſt hearts by love are melted down.
Begin, begin, the myſtic ſpells prepare;
Bring Mira back, my perjur’d wanderer.

As with impetuous motion whirling round
This magic wheel ſtill moves, yet keeps its ground,30
Ever returning; ſo may ſhe come back,
And never more th’ appointed round forſake.
Begin, begin, the myſtic ſpells prepare;
Bring Mira back, my perjur’d wanderer.

Diana! hail; all hail; moſt welcome thou,35
To whom th’ infernal king and judges bow:
O thou! whoſe art the pow’r of hell diſarms,
Upon a faithleſs woman try thy charms.
Hark! the dogs howl. She comes, the goddeſs comes:
Sound the loud trump, and beat our brazen drums.40
Begin, begin, the myſtic ſpells prepare;
Bring Mira back, my perjur’d wanderer.