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 The vigorous frame and lofty heart of man. Enervate: round whose stern cerulean brows White-winged snow, and cloud, and pearly rain, Frequent attend, with solemn majesty: Rich queen of Mists and Vapours! these thy sons With their cool arms compress, and twist their nerves For deeds of excellence and high renown. Thus form'd, our Edwards, Henries, Churchills, Blakes, Our Lockes, our Newtons, and our Miltons, rose. See the sun gleams; the living pastures rise, After the nurture of the fallen shower, How beautiful! how blue th' ethereal vault! How verdurous the lawns! how clear the brooks! Such noble warlike steeds, such herds of kine, So sleek, so vast! such spacious flocks of sheep, Like flakes of gold illumining the green, What other paradise adorn but thine, Britannia! happy if thy sons would know Their happiness. To these thy naval streams, Thy frequent towns superb of busy trade, And ports magnific, add, and stately ships Innumerous. But whither strays my Muse? Pleas'd, like a traveller upon the strand Arriv'd of bright Augusta, wild he roves, From deck to deck, thro' groves immense of masts; 'Mong crowds, bales, cars, the wealth of either Ind; Thro; wharfs, squares, and palaces, and domes, In sweet surprise, unable yet to fix His raptur'd mind, or scan in order'd course Each object singly, with discoveries new His native country studious to enrich. Ye Shepherds! if your labours hope success, Be first your purpose to procure a breed To soil and clime adapted. Every soil