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To what fhe prizes beft, full oft pervades 



Thofe hidden caverns, where pale chryfolites, 



And glittering fpars dart a myfterious gleam 



Of inborn luflre, from the garifh day 500 



Unborrow'd. There, by the wild Goddefs led, 



Oft have I feen them bending o'er their urn s, 



Chaunting alternate airs of Dorian mood, 



While fmooth they comb'd their rrioift cerulean locks 



With (hells of living pearl. Yes, let me own, 505 



To thefe, or claffic deities, like thefe, 



From very childhood was I prone to pay 



Harmlefs idolatry. My infant eyes 



Firft open'd on that bleak and boift'rous more, 



Where Humber weds the nymphs of Trent and Oufe, 510 



To His, and Ocean's Tritons : thence full foon 



My youth retir'd, and left the bufy ftrand 



To Commerce and to Care. In Margaret's grove, * 



Beneath whofe time-worn made old Camus ileeps, 



Was next my tranquil ftation : Science there 515 



* St. John's College in Cambridge founded by Margaret Countefs of Rich- 

 mond, mother of Henry the Seventh. 



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