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Let the hermit seek a pathway
'Tween extremes of good and ill ;
Wiser men enjo}' the rapture
Of the life of pleasure still.
Hence, away with sullen sorrow,
Drown it in a cup of wine ;
Care may wait upon the morrow
While this golden hour is mine. [Exeunt.
SCEXE III.
Tltr Teni'plt of Asfartc. Enter King, Queen, priests,
and nobles of Jezreel. Priestesses and damsels
follow. High festival. An altar with the image
of the goddess, by the side of which the Chief Vestal
stands.
Chief Vestal.
Queen of the silver bow ! —
Thy glorious form illumes with holy light
The world adoring thee, as I am now.
In wonder and delight.
Thy round and ample waist
Beneath the snowy billows of thy bosom
Is girdled with a zone of amethyst
Afflame in fadeless blossom.
And thou art ever near
To comfort me as mother doth her child ;
I feel thy bosom press me, and I hear
Thy voice so sweet and mild.
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