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But now that Phæbus and the sacred Nine,
With all their Beams on our blest Island shine,
Why should not We their ancient Rites restore
And be, what Rome or Athens were Before?
O may I Live to see that glorious Day,
And sing loud Pæans through the Crowded way:
When in Triumphant state the British Muse
True to her self shall Barb'rous aid refuse.
And in that Roman Majesty appear,
Which none knows better and none Comes so near.
With all their Beams on our blest Island shine,
Why should not We their ancient Rites restore
And be, what Rome or Athens were Before?
O may I Live to see that glorious Day,
And sing loud Pæans through the Crowded way:
When in Triumphant state the British Muse
True to her self shall Barb'rous aid refuse.
And in that Roman Majesty appear,
Which none knows better and none Comes so near.
FINIS.
