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Not the honest thanks

Which prompt the heart to offices of love;

The joyous glance, revealing to the host

A grateful spirit, with its lot content.

When thee a deep mysterious destiny

Brought to this sacred fane, long years ago,

To greet thee, as a treasure sent from heaven,

With reverence and affection, Thoas came.

Benign and friendly was this shore to thee,

To every stranger else with horror fraught,

For, till thy coming, none e'er trod our realm

But fell, according to an ancient rite,

A bloody victim at Diana's shrine.