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ducts the captivated ſenſes; and by their predilection for the pure repaſt, the deep-implanted purpoſe of nature is declared.
By ſweet but irreſiſtible violence, vegetation allures our every ſenſe, and plays upon the ſenſorium with a ſort of blandiſhment , which at once flatters and ſatisfies the ſoul. To the eye, ſeems aught more beauteous than this green carpet of nature, infinitely diverſified as it is by pleaſing interchange of lovely tints? What
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