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 His Spirit beckon'd from the mountain's height! You left the plain and soar'd 'mid richer views! So Nature mourn'd, when sunk the Day's light, With stars, unseen before, spangling her robe of night!

Still soar my those richer views among, Strong, rapid, fervent, flashing Fancy's beam! Virtue and Truth shall love your gentler song; But Poesy demands th' impasion'd theme: Wak'd by Heaven's silent dews at Eve's mild gleam What balmy sweets breathes around! But if the vext air rush a stormy stream Or Autumn's shrill gust moan in plaintive sound With fruits and flowers she loads the ground.

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