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82 FINGAL.
Obey'd his mandate, they retire
Xo th' inner temple, where no eye
Save that of the great god of fire.
The footsteps of their course could spy.
No look is tow'rds the armature,
Whence Marthon now unseen, secure,
Forth vent'ring mingles with a throng
Of worshippers who mov'd along
To one of the outward eastern gates.
His steps, unconscious of design,
Are guided or impell'd by fates ;
He at length sees the high tow'rs shine
Of Tarah, and to them he turns
His course with earnestness ; he burns
With wild ambition's thirst for fame,
Tho' famine hath oppress'd his frame.
The city wide before him lies,
By busy bustling thousands swarra'd,

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