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 A waving blaze refracted o'er the heavens, And vivid moons, and liars that keener play With doubled killer from the radiant waste, Even in the depth of Polar Night, they find A wondrous day: enough to light the chace, Or guide their daring steps to Finland-fairs. Wish'd spring returns; and from the hazy south, While dim Aurora slowly moves before, The welkome sun, just verging up at first, By small degrees extends the swelling curve! Till seen at last for gay rejoicing months, Still round and round, his spiral course he winds, And has he nearly dips his flaming orb, Wheels up again, and reascends the sky. In that glad season, from the lakes and floods, Where pure Niemi's fairy mountains rise, And fring'd with roses Tenglio rolls his stream, They draw the copious fry. With these, at eve, They cheerful-loaded to their tents repair; Where, all day long in useful cares employ'd, Their kind unblemish'd wives the fire prepare. Thrice happy race! by poverty secur'd From legal plunder and rapacious power: In whom fell interest never yet has sown The