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 And hither Morpheus sent his kindest Dreams, Raising a World of gayer Tinct and Grace; O'er which were shadowy cast Elysian Gleams, That play'd, in waving Lights, from Place to Place, And shed a roseate Smile on Nature's Face. Not Titian's Pencil e'er could so array, So fleece with Clouds the pure Etherial Space; Ne could it e'er such melting Forms display,

No, fair Illusions! artful Phantoms, no! My Muse will not attempt your Fairy-Land: She had no Colours that like you can glow; To catch your vivid Scenes too gross her Hand. But sure it is, was ne'er a subtler Band Than these same guileful Angel-seeming Sprights, Who thus in Dreams, voluptuous, soft, and bland, Pour'd all th' Arabian Heaven upon our Nights,