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[Winter, thy Cruelty extend]
Winter, thy Cruelty extend,
'Till fatal Tempests swell the Sea,
In vain let sinking Pilots pray,
Beneath thy Yoke let Nature bend,
Let piercing Frost and lasting Snow
Thro' Woods and Fields Destruction sow!
'Till fatal Tempests swell the Sea,
In vain let sinking Pilots pray,
Beneath thy Yoke let Nature bend,
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Thro' Woods and Fields Destruction sow!
Yet we Unmov'd will sit and smile,
While you these lesser Ills create,
These we can bear; but gentle Fate,
And thou blest Genius of our Isle,
From Winter's Rage defend her Voice,
At which the list'ning Gods rejoice.
While you these lesser Ills create,
These we can bear; but gentle Fate,
And thou blest Genius of our Isle,
From Winter's Rage defend her Voice,
At which the list'ning Gods rejoice.
May that Celestial Sound each Day
With Extacy transport our Souls,
Whilst all our Passions it controuls,
And kindly drives our Cares away;
Let no ungentle Cold destroy,
All Taste we have of Heav'nly Joy.
With Extacy transport our Souls,
Whilst all our Passions it controuls,
And kindly drives our Cares away;
Let no ungentle Cold destroy,
All Taste we have of Heav'nly Joy.
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