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The Nymphs who preside over springs and rivulets are ad

dressed at day-break in honour of their several fun£tions, and of the relations which they bear to the natural and to the moral world." Their origin is deduced from the first allegorical deities, or powers of nature; according to the doctrine of the old mythological poets, concerning the generation of the Gods and the rise of things. They are then successively considered, as giving motion to the air and exciting summer-breezes; as nourisbing and becutifying the vegetable world; as contributing to the fulness of navigable rivers, and consequently to the maintenance of commerce; and by that means, to the maritime part of military power. Next is represented their favourable influence upon beclth, when asisted by rural exercise: which introduces their connection with the art of physic, and the happy effects of mineral, medicinal Springs. Lastly, they are celebrated for the friendship which the Muses bear them, and for the true inspiration which témperance only can receive : in opposition to the enthusiasm of the more licentious poets.

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O'ER yonder eaftern hill the twilight throws

Her dusky mantle; and the God of day,
With bright Aftræa seated by his fide,


to leave the ocean. Tarry, Nymphs,
Ye Nymphs, ye blue-ey'd progeny of Thames,
Who now the mazes of this rugged heath
Trace with your feeting steps ; who all night long


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Repeat, amid the cool and tranquil air,
Your lonely murmurs, tarry : and receive
My offer'd lay. To pay you homage due,
I leave the gates of sleep ; nor shall my lyre
Too far into the splendid hours of morn
Ingage your audience: my observant hand
Shall close the strain ere any sultry beam
Approach you.

To your subterranean haunts
Ye then may timely steal; to pace

ce with care
The humid sands; to loosen from the soil
The bubbling fources ; to direct the rills
To meet in wider channels; or beneath
Some grotto's dripping arch, at height of noon
To slumber, shelter'd from the burning heaven.

Where shall my song begin, ye Nymphs ? or end?
Wide is your praise and copious — First of things,
First of the lonely powers, ere Time arose,
Were Love and Chaos. Love, the fire of Fate ;
Elder than Chaos. Born of Fate was Time,
Who many sons and many comely births
Devour'd, relentless father: 'till the child
Of Rhea drove him from the upper sky,
And quelld his deadly might. Then social reign'd
The kindred powers, Tethys, and reverend Ops,


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