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48 With holy Raptures, like his Abdiel been, 'Mong many faithless, strictly faithful found; Unpity'd, he should not have wail'd his Orbs, That roll'd in vain to find the piercing Ray, And found no Dawn, by dim Suffusion veil'd! But He—However, let the Muse abstain, Nor blast his Fame, from whom she learnt to sing In much inferior Strains, grov'ling beneath Th' Olympian Hill, on Plains, and Vales intent, Mean Follower. There let her rest a-while, Pleas'd with the fragrant Walks, and cool Retreat.

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