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 With rapid Motion turn'd the Mansion round; With ceaseless Noise the ringing Walls resound: Not less in Number were the spacious Doors, Than Leaves on Trees, or Sands upon the Shores; Which still unfolded stand, by Night, by Day, Pervious to Winds, and open ev'ry way. As Flames by Nature to the Skies ascend, As weighty Bodies to the Center tend, As to the Sea returning Rivers roll, And the touch'd Needle trembles to the Pole: Hither, as to their proper Place, arise All various Sounds from Earth, and Seas, and Skies. Or spoke aloud, or whisper'd in the Ear; Nor ever Silence, Rest or Peace is here. As on the smooth Expanse of Crystal Lakes, The sinking Stone at first a Circle makes; The