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FOR you, bright fair, the nine address their lays, / And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise. / The heartfelt power of every charm divine, / Who can withstand their all-commanding shine? / See how she moves along with every grace, / While soul-brought tears steal down each shining face. / She speaks! 'tis rapture all, and nameless bliss, / Ye gods! what transport e'er compared to this. / As when in Paphian groves the Queen of Love / With fond complaint addressed the listening Jove, / 'Twas joy, and endless blisses all around, / And rocks forgot their hardness at the sound. / Then first, at last even Jove was taken in, / And felt her charms, without disguise, within.