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 ! by whose almighty Nod the scale Of empire rises, or alternate falls, Send forth the saving round the land, In bright patrol: white Peace, and social Love; The tender-looking Charity, intent On gentle deeds, and shedding tears thro' smiles; Undaunted Truth and Dignity of mind; Courage compos'd, and keen; found Temperance, Healthful in heart and look; clear Chastity, With blushes reddening as she moves along, Disordered at the deep regard she draws; Rough Industry; Activity untir'd, With copious life inform'd, and all awake: While, in the radiant front, superior shines That first paternal virtue, Public Zeal; Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey. And, ever musing on the common weal, Still labours glorious with some great design.

walks the sun, and broadens by degrees, Just o'er the verge of day. The shifting clouds Assembled gay, a richly-gorgeous train, In all their pomp attend his setting throne. Air, earth, and ocean smile immense. And now, As if his weary chariot fought the bowers Of Amphitrite, and her tending Nymphs, (So Grecian fable sung) he dips is Orb; Now half-immers'd; and now a golden curve Gives one bright glance, then total disappears.

ever running, an enchanted round, 1625 [sic] Passes the day, deceitful, vain, and void; As fleets the vision o'er the formful brain, This moment hurrying wild th' impassion'd soul, The