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That you ftill more enliven, to my foul 

 Darts infpiration, and impells the fong 

 To roll in bolder defcant y while, within*. 

 A gleam of happinefs primaeval feems 

 To fnatch me back to joys my nature claim'd, 205 



Ere vice defil'd, ere ilavery funk the world; 

 And all was faith and freedom : Then was man 

 Creation's king, yet friend; and all that browfe 

 The plain, or ikim the air, or dive the flood, 

 Paid him their liberal homage ; paid unaw'd 210 



In love accepted, fympathetic love 

 That felt for all, and bleft them with its fmiles. 

 Then, nor the curling horn had learn 'd to found. 

 The favage fong of chace ; the barbed maft 

 Had then no poifon'd point ; nor thou, fell tube ! zi$ 



Whofe iron entrails hide the fulphurous blaft, . 

 Satanic engine, knew'ft the ruthlefs power 

 Of thundering death around thee. Then alike 

 Were ye innocuous thro' your ev'ry tribe, . 

 Or brute, or reptile > nor by rage or guile +. 220 



Had 



