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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,
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
The Graces, and the rosy-bosom'd Hours,
Waters the odorous banks, that blow
But now my task is smoothly done,
I can fly, or I can run,
Quickly to the green earth's end,
Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend;
Mortals, that would follow me.