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ASTRÆA REDUX.
When through Arabian Groves they take their flight,
Made wanton with rich Odours, lose their spight.
And as those Lees, that trouble it, refine
The agitated Soul of Generous Wine,
So tears of Joy for your returning spilt,
Work out and expiate our former Guilt.
Methinks I see those Crowds on Dover's Strand,
Who in their haste to welcom you to Land
Choak'd up the Beach with their still growing store,
And made a wilder Torrent on the Shore.
While spurr'd with eager thoughts of past Delight,
Those who had seen you court a second sight;
Preventing still your Steps, and making hast
To meet you often wheresoe're you past.
How shall I speak of that triumphant Day
When you renew'd the expiring Pomp of May!
(A Month that owns an Interest in your Name:
You and the Flow'rs are its peculiar Claim.)
That star that at your birth shone out so bright,
It stain'd the duller Suns Meridian light,
Did once again its potent Fires renew,
Guiding our Eyes to find and worship you.
Made wanton with rich Odours, lose their spight.
And as those Lees, that trouble it, refine
The agitated Soul of Generous Wine,
So tears of Joy for your returning spilt,
Work out and expiate our former Guilt.
Methinks I see those Crowds on Dover's Strand,
Who in their haste to welcom you to Land
Choak'd up the Beach with their still growing store,
And made a wilder Torrent on the Shore.
While spurr'd with eager thoughts of past Delight,
Those who had seen you court a second sight;
Preventing still your Steps, and making hast
To meet you often wheresoe're you past.
How shall I speak of that triumphant Day
When you renew'd the expiring Pomp of May!
(A Month that owns an Interest in your Name:
You and the Flow'rs are its peculiar Claim.)
That star that at your birth shone out so bright,
It stain'd the duller Suns Meridian light,
Did once again its potent Fires renew,
Guiding our Eyes to find and worship you.
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