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Begin the Song ! and ye of Albion's fons 50 



.Attend; Ye freeborn, ye ingenuous few, 

 Who heirs of competence, if not of wealth, 

 Preferve that veftal purity of foul 



Whence genuine tafte proceeds. To you, bleft youths, 

 I fing ; whether in academic groves 55 



Studious ye rove, or, fraught with .learning's ftores, 

 Vifit the Latian plain, fond to tranfplant 

 Thofe arts which Greece did, with her Liberty, 

 Refign to Rome. Yet know, the art I fing 

 Ev.'n there ye fhall not learn. Rome knew it not 60 



While Rome was free : Ah ! hope not then to find 

 , In flavifh fuperftitious Rome the fair 

 Remains. Meanwhile, of old and claflic aid 

 Tho' fruitlefs be the fearch, your eyes entranc'd 

 Shall catch thofe glowing fcenes, that taught a CLAUDE 65 

 To grace his canvafs with Hefperian hues, 

 And fcenes like thefe, on Memory's tablet drawn, 

 Bring back to Britain ; .there give local form 

 To each Idea 5 and, if Nature lend 



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