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Rh One boundles blaze; ten thouand trembling fires, And dancing lutres, where th' unteady eye Retles, and dazzled wanders unconfin'd O'er all this field of glories: pacious field; And worthy of the Mater: he, whoe hand With hieroglyphics elder than the Nile, Incrib'd the mytic tablet; hung on high To public gaze, and aid, adore, O man! The finger of thy. From what pure wells Of milky light, what oft o'erflowing urn, Are all thee lamps o fill'd? thee friendly lamps, For ever treaming o'er the azure deep To point our path, and light us to our home. How oft they lide along their lucid pheres! And ilent as the foot of time, fulfil Their detin'd coures: Nature's elf is huh'd, And, but a catter'd leaf, which rutles thro' The thick-wove foliage, not a ound is heard Tp