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[[deletion]] [[unclear]] [[/deletion]] [[addition]] Blind is my first [[/addition]] & works his subtle way In caverns that exclude the light of day There, as he toils & [[deletion]] [[unclear]] [[/deletion]] [[addition]] turns [[/addition]] the yeilding Earth, With struggling pangs, he gives my second birth; [[deletion]] [[unclear]] [[/deletion]] [[addition]] Small tho' it be, [[/addition]] Mankind it is avow'd Have often made a mountain of my third. My first from limbs of bleeding beasts is torn And by the fair in wintry Season worn -- My second guides the tribes of each degree That float amidst the rivers & the Sea Where the warm Sons of Bacchus oft repair My whole is welcom'd & is toasted there. Galen prepares my first, and asks his fee My next's what pride is not, but pride shall be, Without my third, the Couch or downy bed Will add fresh tortures to the aching head.
