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 424 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1758.

Hard by a venerable pried,

Rib'n with his God, the Sun, from reft.

Began his morning fong ; Thrice he conjur'd the murrn'ring flreanj. The birih of iouls was all his theme.

And half divine his tongue.

5. He fang th' eternal rolling flame. That vita] mafs that's ftill the faire.

Does all our minds compofe; "Whence fhap'd in twice ten thoufand frames. Whence differing fouls of d fferent names

And different paflions role.

6.

The mighty Pow'r that form'd the mind. One mould for ev'ry two delign'd ;

Then bleft the new-born pair : This be a match for this, he faid : Then down he fent the fouls he made.

To feek them bodies here.

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But parting from their warm abodes. They lolt their fellows on the roads.

And never join'd their hands ; O cruel chance, and crofiing Fates ! Our Eaftern fouls have loft their mate«

On Europe's barbarous lands.

8. Thus fung the wond'rous Indian bard; My lill'ning ear attentive heard ;

WhiJft Ganges ceas'd to flow; Sure then, faid i, could J but fee The gentle Nymph that twin'd with mc,

I might be happy too.

9. Some courteous angel tell mc where. What dillant lands the unknown fair.

Or di.iant feas detain: Swift as the wheel of nature rolls, I'd fly to meet and mingle fouls.

And wear the joyful chain.

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