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[Thro' the pure Æther wing'd my way]

Thro' the pure Æther wing'd my way,
And view'd the Works of Art Divine;
Seen boundless Love it self display,
And Wisdom in Perfection shine:
With the bright Natives of the Sky,
And such as once frail Mortals were,
Had rang'd thro' all the Realms on High,
And trod the liquid Plains of Air,
Where something new would still delight,
Something my Knowledge still improve;
Would me to Songs of Praise invite,
To soft harmonious Hymns of Love.