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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Restoration Verse.  1910.
Song of the Priestesses
By Nahum Tate (1652–1715)
At the Tomb of Argaces

SLEEP, 1 ye great Manes of the dead!
Whilst our solemn round we tread;
Whilst at our cell, as at a shrine,
We nightly wait with rites divine.
Whilst, to adorn the tomb, we bring        5
The earliest glories of the Spring;
And sweetest softest anthems sing.
The floor, with hallowed drops bedewing;
And all around fresh roses strewing.
Ye Guardian Powers, that here resort,        10
For ever make this cell your Court.
If devoutest prayers invite ye,
Or Sabæan gums delight ye;
Then make this sacred Urn your care,
And nightly to this cell repair,        15
To feast on frankincense and prayer.
Around we go, the floor bedewing;
Violets, pinks, and roses strewing.
Note 1. From Brutus and Alba, 1678. [back]

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