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138 Dret up with un, and hade, and lawns, and treams, A manion fair and pacious for its guet, And full replete with wonders. Let me here Content and grateful, wait th' appointed time And ripen for the kies: the hour will come When all thee plendours burting on my ight Shall tand unveil'd, and to my ravih'd ene Unlock the glories of the world unknown.