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In all its fplendors decked, o'er the full bowl 

 Recount my triumphs paft, urge others on 

 With hand and voice, and point the winding way; 

 Pleas 'd with that focial fweet garrulity, 

 The poor disbanded vet'ran's lole delight. 



Firfl: let the kennel be the huntfman's care. 

 Upon fome little eminence eredt, 

 And fronting to the ruddy dawn; its courts 

 On either hand wide op'ning to receive 

 The fun'^ all chearing beams, when mild he fliines. 

 And gilds the mountain tops. For much the pack 

 (Rous'd from their dark alcoves) delight to llretcb. 

 And b?fk, in his invigorating ray: 

 Warn'd by the flreaniing light and merry lark. 

 Forth rufh the jolly clan ; with tuneful throats 

 They carol loud, and in grand chorus join'd 

 Salute the new born day. For not alone 

 The vegetable world, but men and brutes 

 Own his reviving influence, and joy 

 At his approach. Fountain of light ! if chance 

 Some envious cloud veil thy refulgent brow. 

 In vain the Mules aid ; untouch'd, unflrung. 

 Lies my mute harp, and thy defponding bard 

 Sits darkly mufing o'er th' unfinifh'd lay. 



Let no Corinthian pillars prop the dome, 

 A vain expence, on charitable deeds 

 Better difpos'd, to cloath the tatter'd wretch 

 Who (brinks beneath the blaft, to feed the poor 

 rinch'd withafflidive want: for ufe, not ftate. 



Gracefully 



