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26 Farewel, etherial fields! the humbler arts Of life; the table and the homely Gods, Demand my song. Elysian gales adieu!
 * The blood, the fountain whence the spirits flow.

The generous stream that waters every part, And motion, vigor, and warm life conveys To every particle that moves or lives; This vital fluid, thro' unnumber'd tubes Pour'd by the heart, and to the heart again Refunded; scourg'd for ever round and round, Enrag'd with heat and toil, at last forgets Its balmy nature; virulent and thin It grows; and now, but that a thousand gates Are open to its flight, it would destroy The parts it cherish'd and repair'd before. Besides, the flexible and tender tubes Melt in the mildest, most nectareous tide Rh