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"The godheads sign their suit. They run their
race
In the same tenor all the appointed space;
Then, when their hour was come, while they relate
These past adventures at the temple gate,
Old Baucis is by old Philemon seen
Sprouting with sudden leaves of sprightly green,
Old Baucis looked where old Philemon stood,
And saw his lengthened arms a sprouting wood.
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