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At length he bellow'd in a Rage,
G E N T L E M AN
Corrected some Verses for me.
F e'er my humble Muse melodious sings,
'Tis when you animate and tune her Strings; Ife'er she mounts,'tis when youPlumeher Wings. You, like the Sun, your glorious Beams display, Deal to the darkest Orb a friendly Ray, And cloath it with the Lustre of the Day.
Mean was the Piece, unelegantly wrought, The Colours faint, irregular the Draught!
But your commanding Touch, your nicer Art,
Confus'd it lay a rough unpolish'd Mafs, You
gave the Royal Stamp, and made it pass; Hence ev’n Deformity a Beauty grew,
[you. She pleas’d, she charm’d,but pleas'd and charmd by Tho' like Prometheus I the Image frame, You give the Life, and bring the heav'nly Flame Thus when the Nile diffus’d his watry Train In streams of Plenty o'er the fruitful Plain; Unshapen Forms, the Refuse of the Flood, Iflu’d imperfect from the Teeming Mud.
But the great Source and Parent of the Day, Fashion'd the Creature, and inform’d the Clay.
Weak of her felf, my Muse forbears her flight, Views her own lowness, and Parnasus height; But when you aid her Song, and deign to Nod,
[God. She spreads a bolder Wing, and feels the present So the Cumæan Prophetess was dumb, Blind to the future, and Events to come. But when Apollo in her Breast abode, She heav'd, she swelld, she felt the rushing God. Then Accents more than mortal from her broke, And what the God inspir’d the Priestess spoke.
AY, while each Scene so beautiful appears,
(Tears? Why heaves thy Bosom; and why flow thy See! how the Clouds shed odoriferous Show'rs,. While the soft Breeze salutes the smiling Flow'rs. The Floods smooth-flowing charm the ravilh'd
[Sight; The Breeze, the Flowrs, the Floodsconspiring to