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All the globe boasts,
Realms, isles and coasts,
And lakes and seas.
That you'd describe
The four-legged tribe
Both great and small,
Both wild and tam'd
That Adam nam'd
In Eden, all.
Years, at this rate
Will make you great,
Or I'm mistaken,
Perhaps with Locke,
The crowd you'll mock
Or shine like Bacon.
With Franklin's zeal
The lightning steal,
And chain its rage,
