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He who with more enquiring eyes Doth this extensive scene survey, Beholds innumerous changes rise, As various winds its surface sway; Now o'er its heaving bosom play Small sparkling waves of silver gleam, And as they lightly glide away Illume with fluctuating beam The deepening surge; green as the dewy corn That undulates in April's breezy morn.

The far off waters then assume A glowing amethystine shade, That changing like the peacock's plume Seems in celestial blue to fade;