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Though with those streams he no resemblance hold,
Whose foam is Amber, and their Gravel Gold;
His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore,
Search not his bottom, but survey his shore;
O're which he kindly spreads his spacious wing:
And hatches plenty for th’ ensuing Spring.
Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay,
Like Mothers which their Infants overlay:
Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave,
Like profuse Kings, resumes the wealth he gave;
No unexpected inundations spoil
The Mowers hopes, nor mock the Plowman's toyl:
But Godlike his unweary'd Bounty flows;
First loves to do, than loves the Good he does:
Nor are his Blessings to his banks confin'd,
But free, and common, as the Sea or Wind;
When he to boast or to disperse his stores
Full of the tributes of his grateful shores,
Visits the World, and in his flying towers
Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours;
Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants,
Cities in desarts, Woods in Cities plants.
So that to us no thing, no place is strange,
While his fair bosom is the World's exchange.
O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
My great example, at it is my theme!
Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull,
Strong without rage, without o're-flowing full.
Whose foam is Amber, and their Gravel Gold;
His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore,
Search not his bottom, but survey his shore;
O're which he kindly spreads his spacious wing:
And hatches plenty for th’ ensuing Spring.
Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay,
Like Mothers which their Infants overlay:
Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave,
Like profuse Kings, resumes the wealth he gave;
No unexpected inundations spoil
The Mowers hopes, nor mock the Plowman's toyl:
But Godlike his unweary'd Bounty flows;
First loves to do, than loves the Good he does:
Nor are his Blessings to his banks confin'd,
But free, and common, as the Sea or Wind;
When he to boast or to disperse his stores
Full of the tributes of his grateful shores,
Visits the World, and in his flying towers
Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours;
Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants,
Cities in desarts, Woods in Cities plants.
So that to us no thing, no place is strange,
While his fair bosom is the World's exchange.
O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
My great example, at it is my theme!
Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull,
Strong without rage, without o're-flowing full.
Heaven
