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V. 



Oft in thy path thou meet'ft the wain of night ; 



At firft, with wild affright. 



She flays her dufky team. 



Fearful, left the God of Day, 



With rude ufurping beam, 



Had rufh'd, to feize her old legitimate fway j 



But foon difcerns, in thee, 



Th' affociate of her reign. 



O'er th' illimitable wafte domain ; 



And now, from terror free, 



In gratulation bland. 



Her dewy gifts fhe pours, with bounteous hand. 



Diftill'd from baneful flow'rs, 



The tribute falls in chilly fhow'rs. 



From fteaming mine, or putrid fen. 



From noifome cells of dying men. 



The city's croud, the reeking forge. 



The cavern'd vent, where inward flames difgorge, 



Empoifon'd elements arife. 



Night, along th' expanfive fkies. 



In urns of lead colleds them all, 



Concenter'd bane, on earth to fall j 



The cold folanum, deadly yew 



Circled round with vapours blue. 



And ev'ry plant that Colchos knew, 



The 



