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CLEORA.
Bid all Mankind bow to One sov'reign Lord,And never more unsheathe the vengeful Sword;
On Greenland's coast bid Indian Spices bloom,
The Owl confront the Sun with Eagle Plume;
Bid yonder floating Sea aloft in Air
Higher uprise, and skim the Lunar Sphere;
Bid Time, at thy command, obedient stay,
Count all those Motes that in the Sun-beams play,
With eager Haste the fading Rainbow seize,
Or with your Finger stop the tide-swoln Seas:
Wild with Desire, a motley Cloud embrace,
And stamp it with a numerous living Race;
Bid the launch'd Thunder like an Earth-worm creep,
Or drag reflected Dian from the Deep:
All this you sooner may effect, than find
The Meteor Changes of Cleora's Mind:
Tir'd with my search, the bubble I give o'er,
Yet wish —
Again to dream on Hope's delusive shore.
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