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Rh There ponder'd, felt I,

If worms, snakes, loathsome grubs, may to sweet spiritual songs be turn'd,

If vermin so transposed, so used and bless'd may be,

Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my country;

Who knows but these may be the lessons fit for you?

From these your future song may rise with joyous trills,

Destin'd to fill the world. 







