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430 Again, my Jeffrey—as that sound inspires,

How wakes my bosom to its wonted fires!

Fires, such as gentle Caledonians feel

When Southrons writhe upon their critic wheel,

Or mild Eclectics, when some, worse than Turks,

Would rob poor Faith to decorate "Good Works."