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    He who with more enquiring eyes
        Doth this extensive scene survey,
    Beholds innumerous changes rise,
        As various winds its surface sway;
    Now o'er its heaving bosom play
        Small sparkling waves of silver gleam,
    And as they lightly glide away
        Illume with fluctuating beam
The deepening surge; green as the dewy corn
That undulates in April's breezy morn.

    The far off waters then assume
        A glowing amethystine shade,
    That changing like the peacock's plume
        Seems in celestial blue to fade;