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Rh From polih'd Gallia's oft delicious vales, From the grey reliques of imperial Rome, From her long galleries of laurel'd tone, Her chiel'd heroes, and her marble gods, (Whoe dumb majetic pomp yet awes the world,) To animated forms of patriot zeal; Warm in the living majety of virtue; Elate with fearles pirit; firm; reolv'd; By fortune unubdu'd; unaw'd by power.

&emsp;How raptur'd fancy burns, while warm in thought I trace the pidtur'd landcape; while I kis With pilgrim lips devout, the acred oil Stain'd with the blood of heroes. , hail! Hail to thy rocky, deep indented hores, And pointed cliffs, which hear the chaing deep Inceant foaming round their haggy ides. Hail to thy winding bays, thy helt'ring ports And