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 Sometimes the Pencil, in cool airy Halls, Bade the gay Bloom of Vernal rise, Or Autumn's varied Shades imbrown the Walls: Now the black Tempest strikes the astonish'd Eyes; Now down the Steep the flashing Torrent flies; The trembling Sun now plays o'er Ocean blue, And now rude Mountains frown amid the Skies; Whate'er Lorrain light-touch'd with softening Hue,

Each Sound too here to Languishment inclin'd, Lull'd the weak Bosom, and induced Ease. Aerial Music in the warbling Wind, At Distance rising oft, by small Degrees, Nearer and nearer came, till o'er the Trees It hung, and breath'd such Soul-dissolving Airs, As did, alas! with soft Perdition please: Entangled deep in its enchanting Snares,