Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main,
And flattens, as he runs, the fair campagne.
The Phoenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.
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And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine;
A small Euphrates thro' the piece is roll'd,
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
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And bright were its flowery banks to his eye;
But far, very far, were the friends that he lov'd,
And he gaz'd on its flowery banks with a sigh.
