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A Mansion 'tis that ever fill The pang that throbs, & joys that thrill And as it swells with love or rage It marks [[underline]] the Savage [[/underline]] & the Sage. -- Ditto, by ditto Small is my first, yet on its tongue Has oft the fate of thousands hung If tongue one may with reason call What tells how fortunes rise and fall: - My seconds of such vast extent Its ample pow'rs were never spent; What e'er you view it can comprize Beings of Earth, and air and skies; -- Count ev'ry Son of Adam's race And ev'ry Star that gilds the Night And ev'ry beam of lambent light
