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Shall Indolence enchant the poet's lyre,
Yet Industry awake no kindred song?
Spirit of Commerce, hear! thy son inspire:—
Show him thy seas where masts, like forests, throng;
Thy sails each breeze of heaven impels along,
An universal presence o'er the tide!
Tell him where'er mankind hath heard thy tongue,
Intelligence hath march'd with rapid stride,
And mental freedom sprung rejoicing by thy side!
Yet Industry awake no kindred song?
Spirit of Commerce, hear! thy son inspire:—
Show him thy seas where masts, like forests, throng;
Thy sails each breeze of heaven impels along,
An universal presence o'er the tide!
Tell him where'er mankind hath heard thy tongue,
Intelligence hath march'd with rapid stride,
And mental freedom sprung rejoicing by thy side!
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