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Tho', boldly ſoaring in ſublimer mood Through trackleſs ſkies on metaphyſic wings, Thou dareſt to ſcanthe approachleſs Cauſe of Good, And weigh with ſteadfaſt hand the Sum of Things;

Yet wilt thou, charmed amid his whiſpering

bowers, Oft with lone ltep by glittering Derwent ſtray,

Mark his green foliage, count his muſk y flowers,

That bluſh or tremble to the riſing ray;

While Fancy, ſeated in her rock-roof'd dell, Liſtening the ſecrets of the vernal grove, Breathes ſweeteſt ſtrains to thy ſymphonious ſhell,

And“ gives new echoes to the thronc of Love."

>: X.T june DN Repton, Nov. 28, 1788.

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