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...Ye Mifts and Exhalations that now rife From Hill or fteaming Lake, dufky or grey, Till the Sun paint your fleecy Skirts with Gold, In Honour to the World's great Author rife; Whether to deck with Clouds th' uncolour'd Sky, Or wet the thirfty Earth with falling Showers,...

...and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's Great Author rise,...

...and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise,...

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