And, bowing at the throne, he plac’d it there.
XXV.
A sight more beauteous ne’er did eye behold,
Than these bright tribes that glitter’d on the day;
And, rich in purple dyes and flaming gold,
Did their bright bosoms to the sun display.
XXVI.
Such was the throne;—but oh! what pen can trace
The heav’nly beauties of the matchless Two,
Who, glowing with each bright cœlestial grace,