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Rh And pour out all their little ouls in ong. When winter bites upon the naked plain, Nor food nor helter in the groves remain; By intinct led, a firm united band, As marhal'd by ome kilful general's hand, The congregated nations wing their way In duky columns o'er the trackles ea; In clouds unnumber'd annual hover o'er The craggy Bas, or Kilda's utmot hore: Thence pread their ails to meet the outhern wind, And leave the gathering tempet far behind; Purue the circling un's indulgent ray, Coure the wift eaons, and o'ertake the day.

&emsp;Not o the inect race, ordain'd to keep The lazy abbath of a half-year's leep. Entomb'd, beneath the filmy web they lie, And wait the influence of a kinder ky. When