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 Gath'ring his flowing Robe, he seem'd to stand, In Act to speak, and graceful, stretch'd his Hand: Behind, Rome's Genius waits with Civick Crowns, And the Great Father of his Country owns.

These massie Columns in a Circle rise, O'er which a pompous Dome invades the Skies: Scarce to the Top I stretch'd my aking Sight, So large it spread, and swell'd to such a Height. Full in the midst, proud Fame's Imperial Seat With Jewels blaz'd, magnificently great; The vivid Em'ralds there revive the Eye; The flaming Rubies shew their sanguine Dye; Bright azure Rays from lively Saphirs stream, And lucid Amber casts a Golden Gleam. With