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Swift o'er the Land the fair Contagion flew,
And with thy Country's Hopes thy Honours grew.100
Thee, Patriot, the Patrician Roof confess'd;
Thy pow'rful Voice the rescued Merchant bless'd;
Of thee with Awe the rural Hearth resounds;
The Bowl to thee the grateful Sailor crowns;
Touch'd in the sighing Shade with manlier Fires,105
To trace thy Steps the love-sick Youth aspires;
The learn'd Recluse, who oft amaz'd had read
Of Graecian Heroes, Roman Patriots dead,
With new Amazement hears a living Name
Pretend to share in such forgotten Fame;110
And he who, scorning Courts and Courtly Ways,
Left the tame Track of these dejected Days,
The Life of nobler Ages to renew
In Virtues sacred from a Monarch's View,
Rouz'd by thy Labours from the blest Retreat,115
Where social Ease and public Passions meet,
