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Thy treasures next arriv'd: And now we boast
A nobler Cargo on our barren coast.
From thy luxuriant Forest we receive
More lasting glories than the East can give.
Where-e'er we dip in thy delightful page,
What pompous scenes our busy thoughts engage!
The pompous scenes in all their pride appear,
Fresh in the page, as in the grove they were.
Nor half so true the fair Lodona shows
The sylvan state that on her border grows,
While she the wondring shepherd entertains
With a new Windsor in her watry plains:
Thy juster lays the lucid wave surpass;
The living scene is in the Muse's glass,
Nor sweeter notes the echoing Forests chear,
When Philomela sits and warbles there,
A nobler Cargo on our barren coast.
From thy luxuriant Forest we receive
More lasting glories than the East can give.
Where-e'er we dip in thy delightful page,
What pompous scenes our busy thoughts engage!
The pompous scenes in all their pride appear,
Fresh in the page, as in the grove they were.
Nor half so true the fair Lodona shows
The sylvan state that on her border grows,
While she the wondring shepherd entertains
With a new Windsor in her watry plains:
Thy juster lays the lucid wave surpass;
The living scene is in the Muse's glass,
Nor sweeter notes the echoing Forests chear,
When Philomela sits and warbles there,
Than
