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Forgets his weighty cares ; each age, each fex 

 In the wild tranfport joins j luxuriant joy. 

 And pleafure in excefs, fparkling exult 

 On ev'ry brow, and revel unreftrain'd. 

 How happy art thou, man, when thou'rt no more 

 Thyfelf ! when all the pangs that grind thy foul. 

 In rapture and in fweet oblivion loft, 

 Yield a (hort interval, and eafe from pain ! 



See the fwift courfer ftrains, his fhining hoofs 

 Securely beat the folid ground. Who now 

 The dang'rous pitfall fears, with tangling heath 

 High-overgrown ? Or who the quiv'ring bog 

 Soft-yielding to the ftep ? All now is plain. 

 Plain as the ftrand fea-lav'd, that ftretches far 

 Beneath the rocky fhore. Glades croffing glades 

 The foreft opens to our wond'ring view : 

 Such was the king's command. Let tyrants fierce 

 Lay wafte the world 5 his the more glorious part 

 To check their pride, and, when the brazen voice 

 Of war is hufli'd, (as erft victorious Rome) 

 T' employ his ftation'd legions in the works 

 Of peace J to fmooth the rugged wildernelsj 

 To drain the ftagnate fen, to raife the Hope 

 Depending road, and to make gay the face 

 Of nature with th' embellifhments of art. 



How melts my beating heart ! as I behold 

 Each lovely nymph, our ifland's boaft and pride, 

 Pulh on the gen'rous fteed, that ftrokes along 

 O'er rough, o'er fmooth, nor heeds the fteepy hill. 



Nor 



