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40 Revives the Feast-rites old: Mean while His Care Forgets not the afflicted, but content In Acts of secret Goodness, shuns the Praise, That sure attends. Permit me, bounteous Lord, To blazon what tho' hid will beauteous shine; And with Thy Name to dignifie my Song.


 * But who is He, that on the winding Stream

Of Vaga first drew vital Breath, and now Approv'd in Anna's secret Councils sits, Weighing the Sum of Things, with wise Forecast Sollicitous of public Good? How large His Mind, that comprehends what-e'er was known To Old, or Present Time; yet not elate, Not conscious of its Skill? What Praise deserves His liberal Hand, that gathers but to give, Preventing Suit? O not unthankful Muse, Him lowly reverence, that first deign'd to hear Rh