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 While to his eyes the fair delusions pass In gay succession thro' the watery glass. 'Tis thus the bard diversifies his song, Now here, now there, he calls the soul along. The rich variety, he sets to sight, Cloys not the mind, but adds to our delight. Now with a frugal choice the bard affords The strongest light, and energy of words; While humble subjects, he contrives to raise With borrow'd splendors, and a foreign blaze. This, if on old tradition we rely, Was once the current language of the sky; Which first the muses brought to these abodes, Who taught to men the secrets of the gods. For in the court of Jove their choirs advance, And sing alternate, as they lead the dance, Mixt with the gods; they hear Apollo's lyre; And from high heav'n the panting bard inspire. Nor bards alone, but other writers reach This bold, this daring privilege of speech; In chief the orators, to raise their sense, In this strong figure dress their eloquence.