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Descending angels bless thy train
The virtues of the sage, and swain;
Plain innocence in white array'd,
Before thee lifts her fearless head:
Religions beams around thee shine,
And clear thy glooms with light divine:20
About thee sports sweet Liberty;
And wrapt Urania sings to thee.

Oh! let me pierce thy secret cell!
And in thy deep recesses dwell.
Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill.
When meditation has her fill,
I just may cast my careless eyes
Where London's spiry turrets rise;
Think of its crimes, its cares, its pains,
Then shield me in the woods again.30


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