Now Art has lost its mental Charms



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'Now Art has lost its mental Charms France shall subdue the World in Arms.' So spoke an Angel at my birth ; Then said ' Descend thou upon earth ; Renew the Arts on Britain's shore, And France shall fall down & adore. With works of Art their Armies meet And War shall sink beneath thy feet. But if thy Nation Arts refuse, And if they scorn the immortal Muse, France shall the arts of Peace restore And save thee from the ungrateful shore.' Spirit who lov'st Brittannia's Isle Round which the Fiends of Commerce smile —

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Now Art has lost its mental Charms France shall subdue the World in Arms So spoke an Angel at my birth Then said Descend thou upon Earth

Renew the Arts on Britains Shore And France shall fall down & adore With works of Art their Armies meet And War shall sink beneath thy feet

But if thy Nation Arts refuse And if they scorn the immortal Muse France shall the arts of Peace restore And save thee from the Ungrateful shore

Spirit who lovst Brittannias Isle Round which the Fiends of Commerce smile

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