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 It would exceed the Purport of my Song, To say how this best Sun, from orient Climes, Came beaming Life and Beauty all along, Before him chasing Indolence and Crimes. Still as he pass'd, the Nations he sublimes, And calls forth Arts and Virtue with his Ray: Then Egypt, Greece and Rome their Golden Times, Successive, had; but now in Ruins grey

To crown his Toils, then spred The swelling Sail, and made for Coast. A Sylvan Life till then the Natives led, In the brown Shades and green-wood Forest lost, All careless rambling where it lik'd them most: Their Wealth the Wild-Deer bouncing through the Glade; They lodg'd at large, and liv'd at Nature's Cost; Save Spear, and Bow, withouten other aid,