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306 That, as we left the Plain, before our sight

Stood like a lofty Mount, uplifting slowly,

(Above the convex of the watery globe)

Into clear view the cultured fields that streak

Its habitable shores; but now appears

A dwindled object, and submits to lie

At the Spectator's feet.—Yon azure Ridge,

Is it a perishable cloud? Or there

Do we behold the frame of Erin's Coast?

Land sometimes by the roving shepherd swain,

Like the bright confines of another world

Not doubtfully perceived.—Look homeward now!

In depth, in height, in circuit, how serene

The spectacle, how pure!—Of Nature's works,

In earth, and air, and earth-embracing sea,

A Revelation infinite it seems;

Display august of man's inheritance,

Of Britain's calm felicity and power.