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 Sports in the clouds to hear the thunder's sound
 * And see the winged lightnings as they fly;

Then, bosom'd in an amber cloud, around
 * Plumes his wide wings, and seeks Sol's palace high.

And thou, O warrior Maid invincible,
 * Arm'd with the terrors of Almighty Jove,

Pallas, Minerva, maiden terrible,
 * Lovest thou to walk the peaceful solemn grove,
 * In solemn gloom of branches interwove?

Or bear'st thy ægis o'er the burning field,
 * Where, like the sea, the waves of battle move?

Or have thy soft piteous eyes beheld
 * The weary wanderer thro' the desert rove?
 * Or does th' afflicted man thy heavenly bosom move?

BLIND-MAN'S BUFF. HEN silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, With hearth so red and walls so fair. "Heap the sea-coal, come, heap it higher, "The oaken log lay on the fire:" The well-wash'd stools, a circling row, With lad and lass, how fair the show!