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 He lik'd the Soil, he lik'd the clement Skies, He lik'd the verdant Hills and flowery Plains. Be This my great my chosen Isle (he cries) This, whilst my Labours sustains, This Queen of Ocean all Assault disdains. Not lik'd he less the Genius of the Land, To Freedom apt and persevering Pains, Mild to obey, and generous to command,

Here, by Degrees, his Master-Work arose, Whatever Arts and Industry can frame: Whatever finish'd Agriculture knows, Fair Queen of Arts! from Heaven itself who came, When Eden flourish'd in unspotted Fame: And still with Her sweet Innocence we find, And tender Peace, and Joys without a Name, That, while they rapture, tranquillize the Mind;