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“ Power had I o'er this treacherous bull,
Revenge I'd take complete and full,--
Though once so dear.
Wicked, I left
father's home! Why sank I not ’midst ocean's foam ? Grant, gods! that naked I may roam
'Mongst ravenous beasts,
“ Rather than fall by slow decay,
And by consumption waste away!
And make dire feasts!
“ Base child !' exclaims, with anger fraught,
My absent sire; to die take thought:* Thy neck (by girdle aptly brought,)
Hang from yon ash:
“ . Or, if high rocks, acute and steep,
Delight thee more, then take the leap!
'Neath slavery's lash.
"''Twere sad, indeed, that child of mine
Became barbarian's concubine!
And Cupid came :
And when the maid was re-assured, “ Though here,” cried Venus, “ thou wert lured,
Cùm tibi invisus laceranda reddet
Uxor invicti Jovis esse nescis?
Be cheer'd; thy fate may be endur'd,
For, know thy fame;
“ Thou art the wife of mightiest Jove!
Weep not, thou object of his love!
Shall bear thy name.”