Chapter 20 No.20

Sing, beloved Muse! the pleasures of retreat,

And in some untouch'd virgin strain,

Show the delights thy sister Nature yields;

Sing of thy vales, sing of thy woods, sing of thy fields;

Go, publish o'er the plain

How mighty a proselyte you gain!

How noble a reprisal on the great!

How is the Muse luxuriant grown!

Whene'er she

            
            

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