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Rh He sees the nightly damps arise, And gath'ring storms involve the skies; He hears the neighb'ring surges roll, And raging thunders shake the pole; Then, struck by every object round, And stunn'd by every horrid sound, He pants to traverse nature's ways: His evils haunts him thro' the maze: He views ten thousand demons rise To wield the empire of the skies, And chance and fate assume the rod, And malice blot the throne of. —O thou, whose pleasing pow'r I sing! Thy lenient influence hither bring; Compose the storm, dispell the gloom, Till nature wear her wonted bloom, Till fields and shades their sweets exhale, And music swell each opening gale: Then o'er his breast thy softness pour, And let him learn the timely hour To