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Show APPENDIX 28 Aloft on Pegasus he waves his pen And hurls defiance at the caitiff 's den The first on fancied giants spent his rage But this has more than windmills to engage He combats passion rooted in:the soul Whose pow'rs at once delight you and controul Whose magic bondage each lost slave enjoys Nor wishes freedom, tho' the spell destroys To save our land from this magician's charms And rescue maids and matrons from his arms Our knight poetic comes '-An O ye‘fair This black enchanter's wicked arts beware His subtle poison dims the brightest eyes And, at his touch, each grace and beauty dies TLove, gentleness, and joy, to rage give way And the soft dove becomes a bird of prey May this, our bold advent'rer break the spell {amin And drive the demon to his native hell A I ra/c o YOL 1I Y |