LUCY; OR, THE MASKED BALL.

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Why that commotion ? wherefore all

Those ornaments in room and hall 1

Upon the walls are festoons hung,

With roses and with lilies strung ;

While ivy wreaths the columns bind,

By nicest skill of art design'd;

And, carved in purest gold, the vine

Their lofty capitals entwine.

Pictured upon the floor, is seen

The story of Cytherea's queen

Just risen from the waves, while nigli

Cupids on wanton pinions fly.

From sculptured urns, fresh flowers distil

Their sweetest scents the air to fill;

And, Art with Nature striving, seem

All realized which poets dream ;

And Edmund's house a temple smiles

For Pleasures' ever-witching wiles.

The cards are sent, the night draws nighFor the masked ball's festivity :And, with the toilet's tasteful cares,Lucy to meet her guests prepares.Her graceful ringlets, trained to throwSoft shadows on the bosom's snow,