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 * The Woodcocks early Visit, and Abode

Of long Continuance on our temperate Clime, Foretell a liberal Harvest: He of Times Intelligent, th' harsh Hyperborean Ice Shuns for our equal Winters; when our Suns Cleave the chill'd Soil, he backward wings his Way To Scandinavian frozen Summers, meet For his num'd Blood. But nothing profits more Than frequent Snows: O, may'st Thou often see Thy Furrows whiten'd by the woolly Rain, Nutricious! Secret Nitre lurks within The porous Wet, quick'ning the languid Glebe.


 * Sometimes thou shalt with fervent Vows implore

A moderate Wind; the Orchat loves to wave With Winter-Winds, before the Gems exert Rh