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HE Sun's bright Palace, on high Columns rais'd, With burnish'd Gold and flaming Jewels blaz'd; The Folding Gates diffus'd a Silver Light, And with a milder Gleam refresh'd the Sight; Of polish'd Iv'ry was the Cov'ring wrought: The Matter vied not with the Sculptor's Thought, For in the Portal was display'd on high (The Work of Vulcan) a fictitious Sky; A