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LINES Addressed to the Muse.
Tell me, thou dear celestial Maid!To whom I have long homage paid,
What attribute shall I bestow,
What praises from these lips shall flow?
To hail, salute, adorn, and greet
The mistress of a proud retreat,
Where Honour of the ancient school,
Maintains its unsuspended rule;
Where Virtue wont so pure to run
Thro' many an age, from sire to son
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