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From the rent earth dark demons force their way,
And make the fportive revellers their prey. Here gloomy Terror, with a fhadowy rope, Seems, like a Turkifh mute, to ftrangle Hope ; There jealous Fury drowns in blood the fire That fparkled in the eye of young Defire ; And lifelefs Love lets mercilefs Defpair From his crufh'd frame his bleeding pinions tear. But pangs more cruel, more intenfely keen, Wound and diftraft their fympathetic queen : With fruitlefs tears fhe o'er their mifery bends ; From her fweet brow the thorny rofe fhe rends, And, bow'd by grief's infufferable weight, Frantic fhe curfes her immortal ftate : The griev'd Serena, as this curfe fhe hears, Feels her bright eye fuffus'd with kindred tears ; And her kind breaft, where quick companion fwell'd, Shar'd in each bitter fuffering fhe beheld. The guardian Power furvey'd her lovely grief. And fpoke in gentle terms of mild relief .: