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And, moved to pity by such gentle powers, pow’ers made to move the heart of Tyger dure, with beaming smile, as when the sky that lowers waxeth serene, and clears the lift obscure; he dries his Daughter’s welling tears, and showers warm kisses on her cheeks and neck snow-pure; in mode that had the place been lere and lone a pair of Cupids had Olympus known.