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WO geniuses one age and nation grace: Pride of our isles, and boast of human race! Great sage! great bard! supreme in knowledge born! The world to mend, enlighten, and adorn! Truth on Cimmerian darkness pours the day! Wit drives in smiles the gloom of minds away! Ye kindred suns on high, ye glorious spheres, Whom have ye seen, in twice three thousand years, Whom have ye seen, like these, of mortal birth; Though Archimede and Horace blest the earth? Barbarians, from th' Equator to the Poles, Hark! reason calls! wisdom awakes your souls! Ye regions, ignorant of Walpole's name; Ye climes, where kings shall ne'er extend their fame; Where