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And thousand china-fragments met my sight,

Till rising anger put my grief to flight; 3 As well might you the beauteous jar repiece,

As joy renew and bid vexation cease.

HENRVY.

Why ihen„tis wisdom, Emma, not to keep

These griefs in memory; they had better sleep.

There was a time when this heaven-guarded isle,

Whose valleys flourih— nay, whose mountains

smile, Wi

Was steril, wild, deform'd, and beings rude

Creatures scarce wilder than themselves pursued; Vo The sea was heard around a waste to howl, Und The night-wolf answer'd to the whooting owl, De And all was wretched— Yet who now surveys 2* Der The land, withholds his wonder and his praise? und

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Come, let us try and make our moral view

Improve like this— this have we power to do.