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And croud them there in one promifcuous gloom, 

 As bell befits the Genius of the fcene, 



Him then, that fov'reign Genius, Monarch fble, 1 1,0 



Who, from creation's primal day, derives 

 His right divine to this his rural throne, 

 Approach with meet obeifance j at his feet 

 Let our aw'd art fall proftrate. They of Ind,. 



The Tartar tyrants, Tamerlane's proud race, 115 



' 

 Or they in Perfia thron'd, who make the rod 



Of power o'er myriads of enervate Haves, 



Expecl: not humbler homage to their pride 



Than does this fylvan Defpot *. Yet to thofe 



Who do him loyal fervice, who revere I2Q 



His dignity, nor aim, with rebel arms,, 



At lawlefs ufurpation, is he found. 



Patient 



* See Book the Firft, line 84. See alfo Mr. Pope's Epiftle to Lord Burling- 

 ton, line 57, 



Confult the Genius of the place in all, &c. 



A fundamental rule, which is here further enlarged upon from line 126. 



