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Rh Yet ’midſt the plaudits of a grateful land,
 * His heaven-born ſoul reviews his priſtine ſtate;

And in obedience to divine command,
 * Numberleſs poor are feaſted at his gate.

Thrice happy greatneſs, true philoſophy,
 * That does ſo well the uſe of riches know,

And can by charity tranſpire the ſky,
 * Encompaſs’d round with ſplendour here below.

O may poſterity from ſuch a pair,
 * Enjoy a progeny almoſt divine,

Great as their ſire, and as their mother fair,
 * And good as both, till laſt extent of time.