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Ye stoled priests, who erst majestic trod
Those peaks sublime, with hymn and offering due
To greet Phœnicia's bright and burning god,
When o'er them his first ray and last he threw ;
Who lingered still, when his glad beams were gone,
To welcome great Astarte, queen of Heaven,
That, crescent-crowned, shot from her sapphire throne
A light which paled the fairest star of even ;
What Orient land was first your father's nurse ?
How had they thus Jehovah's name forgot,
Who to the sun gives his appointed course,
And the moon seasons that she passes not ?
Tell us of Dido, young and lovely queen,
Wherefore an exile from the Tyrian shore ?
Or, was she but a phantom only seen
In the fond poet's visionary lore ?
