Her morning chace, and printed in the dews

Her fleeting ſteps. The goddeſs now purſues,
Now over-takes her in the full career,
And flings a javelin at the flying deer. ⁠84
Amaz'd, the virgin huntreſs turns her eyes;
When Juno, (now Diana in diſguiſe,)
Let no vain terrours diſcompoſe thy mind;
My ſecond viſit, like my firſt, is kind. ⁠88
Thy ivory quiver, and thy ebon bow,
Did not I give?——Here ſudden bluſhes glow
On Thule's cheeks: her buſy eyes ſurvey
The dreſs, the creſcent, and her doubts give way. ⁠92

⁠I own thee, goddeſs bright, the nymph replies,
Goddeſs, I own thee, and thy favours prize:
Goddeſs of woods, and lawns, and level plains,
Freſh in my mind thine image ſtill remains. ⁠96

⁠Then Juno, beauteous ranger of the grove,
My darling care, fair object of my love,
Hither I come, urg'd by no trivial fears,
To guard thy bloom, and warn thy tender years. ⁠100