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10 Dilates with kindling majety; her mien Breaths a diviner pirit, and enlarg'd Each preading feature, with an ampler port And bolder tone, exulting, rides the torm, And joys amidt the tempet. Then he reaps Her golden harvet; fruits of nobler growth And higher relih than meridian uns Can ever ripen; fair, heroic deeds, And godlike action. 'Tis not meats, and drinks, And balmy airs, and vernal uns, and howers That feed and ripen minds; 'tis toil and danger; And wretling with the tubborn gripe of fate; And war, and harp ditres, and paths obcure And dubious. The bold wimmer joys not o To feel the proud waves under him, and beat With trong repelling arm the billowy urge; The generous courer does not o exult To tos his floating mane againt the wind, And