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Rh In the street, if he turned round,

His eye the eye 'twas seeking found.

It seemed his Genius discreet

Worked on the Maker's own receipt,

And made each tide and element

Stewards of stipend and of rent;

So that the common waters fell

As costly wine into his well.

He had so sped his wise affairs

That he caught Nature in his snares:

Early or late, the falling rain

Arrived in time to swell his grain;

Stream could not so perversely wind

But corn of Guy's was there to grind;

The siroc found it on its way,

To speed his sails, to dry his hay;

And the world's sun seemed to rise,

To drudge all day for Guy the wise.

In his rich nurseries, timely skill

Strong crab with nobler blood did fill;

The zephyr in his garden rolled

From plum-trees vegetable gold;