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22 Rich fruits matur'd by glowing uns behold, And China's groves of vegetable gold; From every land the various harvet poil, And bear the tribute to their native oil: But tell each land (while every toil they hare, Firm to utain, and reolute to dare,) MAN is the nobler growth our realms upply, And SOULS are ripen'd in our northern ky.

Some penive creep along the helly hore; Unfold the ilky texture of a flower; With harpen'd eyes inpect an hornet's ting, And all the wonders of an inect's wing. Some trace with curious earch the hidden caue Of nature's changes, and her various laws; Untwit her beauteous web, dirobe her charms, And hunt her to her elemental forms: Or prove what hidden powers in herbs are found To