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ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads,
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THROUGH airy roads he wings his instant flight
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I.
A bird delicious to the taste,
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New England first a wilderness was found
Till for a continent 'twas destin'd round
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The poet asks, and Phillis can't refuse
To show th' obedience of the Infant muse.
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I.
LO! for this dark terrestrial ball
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SOON as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain;
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ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,
Assist my labours, and my strains refine;
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Muse! Muse! where shall I begin the spacious feild
To tell what curses unbeleif doth yeild?
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Must Ethiopians be employ'd for you?
Much I rejoice if any good I do.
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SAMUEL, Chap. xvii.
YE martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine,
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Say, heav'nly muse, what king or mighty God,
That moves sublime from Idumea's road?
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APOLLO's wrath to man the dreadful spring
Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!
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On Mrs. W-----'s Voyage to England.
I.
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'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
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Let amicitia in her ample reign
Extend her notes to a Celestial strain
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THY various works, imperial queen, we see,
How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp
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Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind,
As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind?
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MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine,
Your vent'rous Afric in her great design.
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Who taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night,
To vanquish satan in the fields of light?
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FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light
Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;
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Thro' thickest glooms look back, immortal shade,
On that confusion which thy death has made:
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No more the flow'ry scenes of pleasure rife,
Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes,
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In heavens eternal court it was decreed
How the first martyr for the cause should bleed
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E'er yet the morning heav'd its Orient head
Behold him praising with the happy dead.
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Hail, happy saint, on thine immortal throne,
To thee complaints of grievance are unknown;
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O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive
To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare
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Arise, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise
To praise the monarch of the earth and skies,
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Where contemplation finds her sacred spring,
Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring,
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On Death's domain intent I fix my eyes,
Where human nature in vast ruin lies,
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