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CENTURIE. 9
I now put of my hat, and bow FarewellEighth Century, unto thy State, the Bell
Doth tole me to the nin'th, to which I high:
It is thy Passing Peale to put thee by.
But yet the morning Bell, and Chimes that tune
My Pen and Inckhorn from their Bed to prune
The Vineyard of the following Century.
And on the Vintage workes good Husbandry,
And Gather in the Same. And Wine fats tend,
And with its blood its Squeezed Veans out send
Fill up the Casks Grace, Patience, Justice and
Efficiency, and Truth put in my hand
To fill for them: and so their Glory Scan
And on the Sign Post of this Century hang.
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