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AIR.

Of all mankind the least and last,
Ev'n servile souls of meanest cast,
Can see when beauty's in excess,
And what they see they would possess.
When the full moon's resplendant face,
Besilvers all the vaulted space;
No sight so short but can descry,
What shines so bright and soars so high.