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Amidst the wonders of each striking scene, 

 High on the summit of a sloping green, 

 A solemn Temple, in proportion true, 

 Magnificently simple, courts the view ; 

 Concord and Victory with pride proclaim 

 This mansion sacred to Britannia's fame, 

 Whose form * majestic from all hands receives 

 The various product ev'ry region gives ; 

 Pleas'd at her feet their choicest gifts to lay, 

 And homage to her power superior pay ; 

 The sculptur'd walls her glories past declare, 

 In proud memorials f of successful war ; 

 No factious sacrifice to France and Spain 

 These consecrated trophies can profane ; 

 For Public % Liberty her awful seat 

 Here fixing, here protects her last retreat; 

 Where to the great and good in every shade, 

 The fragrant tribute of just praise is paid; 

 Where the prime beauties, form'd by Nature's hand 

 Throughout her works in every distant land, 

 Transplanted, flourish in their native ease, 



And, as by magic charm collected, please. 



Here the fair queen of this heroic isle, 

 Imperial Albion, with a gracious smile 

 Confess'd, she lovely nature saw, at last, 

 Unite with art, and both improve by taste. 



The Alto Relievo in the Pediment. 

 The Medallions of the Victories. 



The Statue of Public Liberty placed in the middle niche of the Temple. 



