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285 II.

, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs

On this commodious Seat! for much remains

Of hard ascent before thou reach the top

Of this huge Eminence,from blackness named,

And, to far-travelled storms of sea and land,

A favourite spot of tournament and war!

But thee may no such boisterous visitants

Molest; may gentle breezes fan thy brow;

And neither cloud conceal, nor misty air

Bedim, the grand terraqueous spectacle,

From centre to circumference, unveiled!

Know, if thou grudge not to prolong thy rest,

That, on the summit whither thou art bound,

A geographic Labourer pitched his tent,

With books supplied and instruments of art,

To measure height and distance; lonely task,