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S when the People of the Northern Zone Find the Approach of the Revolving Sun, Pleas'd and reviv'd. They see the new-born Light, And dread no more Eternity of Night:

Thus We, who lately as of Summer's Heat Have felt a Dearth of Poetry and Wit; Once fear'd, Apollo would return no more From warmer Climes, to an ungrateful Shore. But You, the Fav'rite of the Tuneful Nine, Have made the God in his full Lustre shine; Our Night have chang'd into a Glorious Day; And reach'd Perfection in your first Essay: So the young Eagle that his Force would try, Faces the Sun, and tow'rs it to the Sky.

Others proceed to Art by slow Degrees, Aukward at first, at length they faintly please. And still whate'er their first Efforts produce, 'Tis an Abortive, or an Infant Muse: Whilst