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Thou, the Nymph with placid eye! O eldom found, yet ever nigh! Receive my temperate vow: Not all the torms that hake the pole Can e'er diturb thy halcyon oul, And mooth unalter'd brow.

O come, in implet vet array'd, With all thy ober cheer diplay'd To