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My first's a period of the rolling year When drooping leaves in yellow tints appear My next's a character the learn'd adore And high the rank it holds in letter'd lore. Combine the parts, & in my whole you'll trace The roman [[underline]] grandeur with the british [[/underline]] grace. My first's a level to which all would rise They're fools below it, & above it wise; My next in gentlest union ever binds As love or friendship draws consenting minds My whole embrac'd admits of no restraint But [[underline]] makes a bigot where it found [[/underline]] a Saint [[foreign: French]] Oromane est il fait pour être sa victime Dieu pourrait-il haïr un coeur si magnanime Genereux bienfaisant, juste plein de vertus, S'il etait chrétien, que serait-il de plus! [[/foreign]]
