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132 Monsters of earth and of the main, Remote from nature as from truth, Their learned pens the sky had figured o'er: No star with such kind aspect shone before; Nor e'er did wandering planet stoop so low To guide benighted pilgrims through this vale of woe. The heavenly impulse they obey, The new-born light directs their way; Through deserts never marked by human tread, . And billowy waves of loose, unfaithful sand, O'er many an unknown hill and foreign strand The silver clue unerring led, And peopled towns they pass, and glittering spires; No cloud could veil its light, no sun could quench its fires. Thus passed the venerable pilgrims on, Till Salem's stately towers before them shone, And soon their feet her hallowed pavements presst ; Not in her marble courts to rest,—