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144 In great Examples to the Youthful Train: Nor are the Gods ador'd with Rites prophane. From hence Astrea took her Flight, and here the Prints of her departing Steps appear. Ye sacred Muses, with whose Beauty fir'd, My Soul is ravish'd, and my Brain inspir'd: Whose Priest I am, whose holy Fillets wear; Wou'd you your Virgil's first Petition hear, Give me the Ways of wandring Stars to know: The Depths of Heav'n above, and Earth below. Teach me the various Labours of the Moon, And whence proceed th' Eclipses of the Sun. Why flowing Tides prevail upon the Main, And in what dark Recess they shrink again. What shakes the solid Earth, what Cause delays The Summer Nights, and shortens Winter Days. But if my heavy Blood restrain the Flight Of my free Soul, aspiring to the Height Of Nature, and unclouded Fields of Light: My next Desire is, void of Care and Strife, To lead a soft, secure, inglorious Life. A Country Cottage near a Crystal Flood, A winding Vally, and a lofty Wood. Some God conduct me to the sacred Shades, Where Bacchanals are sung by Spartan Maids. Or lift me high to Hemus hilly Crown; Or in the Plains of Tempe lay me down: Rh