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 Are all made mooth to him, he knows his Way,

He neither fears the Night, nor Courts the Day:

Thro' all the Tempets Midnight Rage he lies,

Viits the Bottoms now, anon the Skies.

When up to Heav'n he mounts, the Cheering Sun

Makes glad, and 'tis the ame when darting down;

To all the Dark abys he hoots and ee's,

The Hollow Deeps of Natures Nudities;

Till his Blet Port with teady Hand he finds:

And thus to Art he reconciles the Winds.

Thus vanihes the Horrid and the Wild,

And Nature's now with pleaant Eyes beheld;

When Boreas mad with northern Vapours raves,

We mile, and with Contempt urvey the Waves

Art reconciles the Elements, and Trade

Can now with eae the Globes Extremes invade.

Eternal circulating Commerce flows,

And ev'ry Nation, ev'ry Nation knows.

Torrid and Frigid cale, and joyn the Poles,

And far as Wind can blow, or Water rolls,

Ships ail, and Men in earch of Wealth will trace

All the Meanders of the Univere.

The rough, the mooth, to men of Art ubmit;

The Northern Winter Cold, or Southern Heat,

With equal Safety, and with equal Eae,

Calm Capian Lakes, and Caledonian Seas.

By Natures Aid, and Arts concurring Law,

Dangers are only Helps to draw.