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    Urged by imperious Want, you dare
        Scale the loose cliff, where Gannets hide,
    Or scarce suspended, in the air
        Hang perilous; and thus provide
The soft voluptuous couch, which not secures
To Luxury's pamper'd minions, sleep like yours.

    Revolving still, the waves that now
        Just ripple on the level shore,
    Have borne perchance the Indian's prow,
        Or half congeal'd, 'mid ice rocks hoar,
    Raved to the Walrus' hollow roar;
        Or have by currents swift convey'd
    To the cold coast of Labrador,
        The relics of the tropic shade;