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Rh But here I it, and mourn a grov'ling mind, That fain would mount, and ride upon the wind.

Not you, my friend, thee plaintive trains become, Not you, whoe boom is the Mues home; When they from tow'ring Helicon retire, They fan in you the bright immortal fire, But I les happy, cannot raie the ong, The fault'ring muic dies upon my tongue.

The happier Terence all the choir inpir'd, His oul replenih'd, and his boom fir'd; But ay, ye Mues, why this partial grace, To one alone of Afric's able race; From age to age tranmitting thus his name With the firt glory in the rolls of fame?

Thy virtues, great Mæcenas! hall be ung In praie of him, from whom thoe virtues prung: Rh