Song IV., p.252.

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TEN years, like Troy, my stubborn heart, 

Withstood th’ assault of fond desire: 

But now, alas! I feel a smart, 

Poor I, like Troy, am set on fire. 


With care we may a pile secure, 

And from all common sparks defend: 

But oh! who can a house secure, 

When the cœlestial flames descend. 


Thus was I safe, ‘till from your eyes 

Destructive fires are brightly given: 

Ah! who can shun the warm surprise, 

When lo! the light’ning ‘comes from heaven. 

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