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22 Proceed exulting to th' eternal shrine, Where truth inthron'd with her cœlestial twins, The undivided partners of her sway, With good and beauty reigns. O let not us, Lull'd by luxurious pleasure's languid strain, Or crouching to the frowns of bigot-rage, O let us not a moment pause to join That god-like band. And if the gracious pow'r That first awaken'd my untutor'd song, Will to my invocation breathe anew The tuneful spirit; then thro' all our paths, Ne'er shall the sound of this devoted lyre Be wanting; whether on the rosy mead, When summer smiles, to warn the melting heart Of luxury's allurement; whether firm Against the torrent and the stubborn hill To urge bold virtue's unremitted nerve, And wake the strong divinity of soul That conquers chance and fate; or whether struck For sounds of triumph, to proclaim her toils Upon the lofty summit, round her brow To twine the wreathe of incorruptive praise; To trace her hallow'd light thro' future worlds, And bless heav'n's image in the heart of man.


 * Thus with a faithful aim have we presum'd,

Advent'rous, to delineate nature's form; Whether in vast, majestic pomp array'd, Or