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, heavenly born! in deepest dells If fairest science ever dwells Beneath the mossy cave; Indulge the verdure of the woods, With azure beauty gild the floods, And flowery carpets lave. For, melancholy ever reigns Delighted in the sylvan scenes With scientifick light; While Dian, huntress of the vales, Seeks lulling sounds and fanning gales, Though wrapt from mortal sight. Yet, goddess, yet the way explore With magick rites and heathen lore Obstructed and depress'd: Till Wisdom give the sacred Nine, Untaught, not uninspir’d, to shine, By Reason's power redressed. When Solon and Lycurgus taught, To moralize the human thought Of mad opinion's maze, To erring zeal they gave new laws, Thy charms, Liberty, the cause That blends congenial rays. Bid bright Astræa gild the morn, Or bid a hundred suns be born, To