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 And, o'er our labours, Liberty and Law, Impartial, watch, the wonder of a world!

is this mighty Breath, ye sages, say, That, in a powerful language, felt not heard, Instructs the fowls of heaven; and thro' their breast These arts of love diffuses? What, but ? Inspiring ! who boundless all, And unremitting energy, pervades, Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole. He ceaseless works alone; and yet alone Seems not to work; with such perfection fram'd Is this complex stupendous scheme of things. But, tho' conceal'd, to every purer eye Th' informing Author in his works appears: Chief, lovely Spring, in thee, and thy soft scenes The is seen, while water, earth, And air attest his bounty; which exalts The brute-creation to this finer thought, And annual melts their undesigning hearts Profusely thus in tenderness and joy.

let my song a nobler note assume, And sing th' infusive force of Spring on Man; When heaven and earth, as if contending, vye To raise his being, and serene his soul. Can he forbear to join the general smile Of Nature? Can fierce passions vex his breast, While every gale is peace, and every grove Is melody? Hence! From the bounteous walks Of flowing Spring, ye sordid sons of earth, Hard, and unfeeling of another's woe; Or only lavish to yourselves; away! But come, ye generous minds, in whose wide thought Of all his works, burns With