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Rh The ons of toil with many a weary troke Scoop the hard boom of the olid rock; Reitles thro' the tiff oppoing clay, With teady patience work their gradual way; Compel the genius of th' unwilling flood Thro' the brown horrors of the aged wood; 'Cros the lone wate the ilver urn they pour, And cheer the barren heath or ullen moor. The traveller with pleaing wonder ees The white ail gleaming thro' the duky trees; And views the alter'd landcape with urprie, And doubts the magic cenes which round him rie. Now, like a flock of wans, above his head Their woven wings the flying veels pread; Now meeting treams in artful mazes glide, While each unmingled pours a eparate tide; Now through the hidden veins of earth they flow, And viit ulphurous mines and caves below; The