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With the mincing Dryades,
On the lawns, and on the leas.
This second Song presents them to their Father and Mother.
Noble Lord, and Lady bright,
Heaven hath timely tried their youth,
To triumph in victorious dance
O'er sensual Folly and Intemperance.
The dances [being] ended, the SPIRIT epiloguizes.
Spirit. To the ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that lie
Up in the broad fields of the sky:
All amidst the gardens fair
Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
The Graces, and the rosy-bosom'd Hours,
Thither all their bounties bring;
There eternal Summer dwells,
About the cedar'n alleys fling
Nard and Cassia's balmy smells.
Waters the odorous banks, that blow
Flowers of more mingled hew
Than her purfled scarf can shew;
I can fly, or I can run,
Quickly to the green earth's end,
Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend;
And from thence can soar as soon
Mortals, that would follow me.