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, the Nymph with placid eye! O seldom found, yet ever nigh! Receive my temperate vow: Not all the storms that shake the pole Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul, And smooth unaltered brow. O come, in simple vest arrayed, With all thy sober cheer displayed, To bless my longing sight; Thy mien composed, thy even pace, Thy meek regard, thy matron grace, And chaste subdued delight.