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While infant Flow'rs that rais'd their bloomy Heads,
Crush'd by its Fury sink into their Beds.
Crush'd by its Fury sink into their Beds.
When stormy Winter from the frozen North
Borne on his Icy Chariot issues forth;
The blasted Groves their verdant Pride resign,
And Billows harden'd into Crystal shine:
Sharp blows the Rigour of the piercing Winds,
And the broad Floods as with a Breast-plate binds;
Ev'n the proud Seas forget in Tides to roul
Beneath the freezings of the Northern Pole;
There Waves on Waves in solid Mountains rise,
And Alpes of Ice invade the wondring Skies;
While Gulphs below, and slippery Vallies lie,
And with a dreadful Brightness pain the Eye;
But if warm Winds, a warmer Air restore,
And softer Breezes bring a genial Show'r,
Borne on his Icy Chariot issues forth;
The blasted Groves their verdant Pride resign,
And Billows harden'd into Crystal shine:
Sharp blows the Rigour of the piercing Winds,
And the broad Floods as with a Breast-plate binds;
Ev'n the proud Seas forget in Tides to roul
Beneath the freezings of the Northern Pole;
There Waves on Waves in solid Mountains rise,
And Alpes of Ice invade the wondring Skies;
While Gulphs below, and slippery Vallies lie,
And with a dreadful Brightness pain the Eye;
But if warm Winds, a warmer Air restore,
And softer Breezes bring a genial Show'r,
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