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24d POEMS.
And fent them here through hard allays
With a crown of deathlefs praife,
To triumph in victorious dance
O'er fenfual folly, and intemperance.
THE DANCES ENDED, THE SPIRIT EPILOGUIZES.
To the ocean now I fly,
And thofe happy climes that lie
Where day never ftmts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the fky :
There I fuck the liquid air
All amidft the gardens fair
Of Hefperus, and his daughters three
That fing about the golden tree:
Along the crifped fliades and bowers
Revels the fpruce and jocund Spring,
The Graces, and the rofy-bofom'd Hours,
Thither all their bounties bring;
That there eternal Summer dwells,
And weft-winds with muiky wing
About the cedarn alleys fling
Nard and Caflia's balmy fmells.
Iris there with humid bow
Waters the odorous banks, that blow
Flowers of more mingled hue
Than her purfled fcarf can fhew,
And drenches with Elyfian dew
(Lift mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of hyacinth and rofes,
Where young Adonis oft repofes,