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...East, Be my tongue mute, my Fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant harharous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...

...; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth,...'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever fek. In the void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy. When ev'n...

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...whether he contemplates them on his native plains, or • " At the farthest verge Of die gveen earth, in distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song,...first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beams Flame on th' Atlantic isles." Such are the uses, and such the pleasures, which result from the...

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...Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more. Anil, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth,...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames op lh' Atlantic islrs ; 'tis nought to me , Since God is ever present, ever felt. In the void waste...

...Should Fate command me to the farthest verg* Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Kivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam I'lames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the. void...

...rapture the lines of the poet; and now I am called to be an evidence of their truth. " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth,...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on ih' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as...

...; be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, and, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthest verge of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, rivers unknown to song; where first the sun gilds Indian mountains, or his setting...