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are those tranquil joys, in mercy giv'n, To light the wilderness with beams of Heav'n? To sooth our cares, and thro' the cloud diffuse, Their temper'd sun-shine, and celestial hues? Those pure delights, ordain'd on life to throw Gleams of the bliss ethereal natures know? Say, do they grace Ambition's regal throne, When kneeling myriads call the world his own? Or dwell with luxury, in th' enchanted bow'rs, Where taste and wealth exert creative pow'rs?

Favor'd of Heav'n! O Genius! are they thine, When round thy brow the wreaths of glory shine; While rapture gazes on thy radiant way, 'Midst the bright realms of clear and mental day?