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And gay Pomona o'er her latent fruits Which yet awhile compose her bloomy pride She rears the prouder tow'ring leafy tribes And tends the humble shrub with equal ease. Great spring of Motion, Vegetation's cause and lifes' great fountain, whence but late I sprung, For bold ambition bids me call the Sire And toast myself a native of the skies; Accept this filial tribute from my hand And deign at intervals to be my theme When gazing on thy works, they point to thee When atmosphere in thunder cries a God When Ocean's Billows roar omnipotence When Continents, and Isles display their maker, In large expanding prospects when I soar And heaven's broad feils amaze my ravish'd Muse The grand vicissitudes that mark the hours In which our globe revolves; I'll sing the Morn With all her sweets in all her gay attire
