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Who rais'd it thence? and bid it range the Skies?
Gave its rich Plumage, and its brilliant Dyes?

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$'Twas God:———It's God and thine, O Man, and He
In this thy Fellow-Creature let's Thee see,
The wond'rous Change which is ordain'd for Thee.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Thou too shalt leave thy reptile Form behind,
And mount the Skies, a pure etherial Mind,
There range among the Stars, all bright and unconfin'd.

From him alone the Spider learns to spread
Her pendant Snare, and twist the slender Thread.
Careful, she travels, 'till some Place she finds
Safe from the Rains, and shelter'd from the Winds:
There, with just Skill, her future Work designs:
Revolves the Plan: and draws the destin'd Lines.
Each Part she labours with repeated Pain,
And often walks the Circle of her Reign:

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