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Down through the turning sphere,

His ready Harbinger,

With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing;

And, waving wide her myrtle wand,

She strikes an universal peace through sea and land.


No war, or battle's sound,

Was heard the world around :

The idle spear and shield were high up hung;

The hooked chariot stood

Unstain'd with hostile blood;

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