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82 'Till Edgar grateful (as to those who pine A dismal half-Year Night, the orient Beam Of Phœbus Lamp) arose, and into one Cemented all the long-contending Pow'rs, Pacific Monarch; then her lovely Head Concord rear'd high, and all around diffus'd The Spirit of Love; at Ease, the Bards new strung Their silent Harps, and taught the Woods, and Vales, In uncouth Rhythms, to echo Edgar's Name. Then Gladness smil'd in every Eye; the Years Ran smoothly on, productive of a Line Of wise, Heroic Kings, that by just Laws Establish'd Happiness at home, or crush'd Insulting Enemies in farthest Climes.


 * See Lyon-Hearted Richard, with his Force

Drawn from the North, to Jury's hallow'd Plains! Piously valiant, (like a Torrent swell'd   Rh