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While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, 
And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! 
While Summer loves to sport 
Beneath thy lingering light: 
While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, 
Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, 
Affrights thy shrinking train, 
And rudely rends thy robes: 
So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, 
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, 
Thy gentlest influence own, 
And love thy favorite name. 
