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Rh There Health, thro' whoe calm boom glide The temperate joys in even tide, That rarely ebb or flow; And Patience there, thy iter meek, Preents her mild, unvarying cheek To meet the offer'd blow.

Her influence taught the Phrygian age A tyrant mater's wanton rage With ettled miles to meet: Inur'd to toil and bitter bread He bow'd his meek ubmitted head, And kis'd thy fainted feet.

But thou, oh Nymph retir'd and coy! In what brown hamlet dot thou joy To tell thy tender tale; The lowliet children of the ground, Mos