But now, Alas! the hour, th'increasing flood,
Rolls round and round, and cannot be withstood;
Thrice he essays to stop the ruby flow,
To stem its Force, and keep it still below;
In vain his Art, it comes! at [distance] gaze,
Ye stancher Sots, and be not near the place.
As when a flood from Ossa's pendant brow
Rolls rapid to its fellow streams below,
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