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Let the fea make a noife, let the floods clap their hands.

WEET rural scene!

SWE

I.

Of flocks and green!

At careless ease my limbs are spread;

All nature ftill,

But yonder rill;

And lift'ning pines nod o'er my head:

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II. In

II.

In profpect wide,

The boundlefs tide!

Waves ceafe to foam, and winds to roar;

Without a breeze,

The curling feas

Dance on, in meafure to the shore.

III.

Who fings the fource

Of wealth and force?

Vaft field of commerce, and big war,

Where wonders dwell!

Where terrors fwell!
And Neptune thunders from his car?

IV.

Where? Where, are they,

Whom Pean's ray

Has touch'd, and bid divinely rave ?-

What! none afpire?

I fnatch the lyre,

And plunge into the foaming wave.

V.

The wave refounds!

The rock rebounds!

The Nereids to my song reply!

I lead the choir,

And they confpire,

With voice and fhell, to lift it high.

VI. They

Her ftrength, her glory, is her flect:

The main the main !

Be Britain's ftrain;

As Tritons ftrong, as Syrens fweet.

IX.

Thro' nature wide

Is nought defcry'd

So rich in pleasure or surprize;

When all-ferene,.

How Sweet the scene?

How dreadful, when the billows rife ;