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PSALM XCVIII. Sweet rural scene! Of flocks and green! At careless ease my limbs are spread; All nature still, But yonder rill; And list'ning pines nod o'er my head: In prospect wide, The boundless tide! Waves cease to foam, and winds to roar; Without a breeze, The curling seas Dance on, in measure to the shore. Who sings the source Of wealth and force? Vast field of commerce, and big war, Where wonders dwell! Where terrors swell! And Neptune thunders from his car? Where? where are they, Whom Paean's ray Has touch'd, and bid divinely rave?-- What! none aspire? I snatch the lyre, And plunge into the foaming wave. The wave resounds! The rock rebounds! The Nereids to my song reply! I lead the choir, And they conspire, With voice and shell, to lift it high. They spread in air Their bosoms fair, Their verdant tresses pour behind: The billows beat With nimble feet, With notes triumphant swell the wind. Who love the shore, Let those adore The god Apollo, and his Nine, Parnassus' hill, And Orpheus' skill; But let Arion's harp be mine. The main! the main! Is Britain's reign; Her strength, her glory, is her fleet: The main! the main! Be Britain's strain; As Tritons strong, as Syrens sweet. Thro' nature wide Is nought descried So rich in pleasure or surprise; When all-serene, How sweet the scene! How dreadful, when the billows rise; And storms deface The fluid glass, In which erewhile Britannia fair Look'd down with pride, Like Ocean's bride, Adjusting her majestic air! When tempests cease, And, hush'd in peace, The flatten'd surges smoothly spread, Deep silence keep, And seem to sleep Recumbent on their oozy bed; With what a trance, The level glance, Unbroken, shoots along the seas! Which tempt from shore The painted oar; And every canvass courts the breeze! When rushes forth The frowning north On black'ning billows, with what dread My shuddering soul Beholds them roll, And hears their roarings o'er my head! With terror mark Yon flying bark! Now center-deep descend the brave; Now, toss'd on high, It takes the sky, A feather on the
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