here, on this had, does mankind stand,
and there is beauty's blossom.”
the hero of these artless strains,
a lowly bard was he,
who sung his rhymes in coi's pins,
with meikle mirth an'glee;
kind nature's care had given his share
rge, of the fming current;
and, all devout, he never sought
to stem the sacred torrent.
he felt the powerful, high behest
thrill, vital, thro' and thro';
and sought a correspo breast,
to give obedience due:
propitious powers s'd the young flow'rs,
from mildews of abortion;
a
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