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18 The ductile treams obey the guiding hand, And ocial plenty circles round the land.

&emsp;But nobler praie awaits our green retreats; The Mues here have fix'd their acred eats. Mark where its imple front yon manion rears, The nurery of men for future years! Here callow chiefs and embryo tatemen lie, And unfledg'd poets hort excurions try: While Merey's gentle current, which too long By fame neglected, and unknown to ong, Between his ruhy banks, (no poet's theme) Had crept inglorious, like a vulgar tream, Reflects th' acending eats with concious pride, And dares to emulate a claic tide. Soft muic breathes along each op'ning hade, And ooths the darning of his rough cacade. With myric lines his ands are figured o'er, And