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"Ou moft delightful hour by man
• Experienced here below, “ The hour that terminates his fpan,
“ His folly, and his woe!
That rule he prized, by that he feared,
He hated, hoped, and loved ; Nor ever frowned, or fad appeare,
But when his heart had roved.
For he was frail as thou or I,
And evil felt within:
And loathed the thought of fin.
Where the watchman in his round
Nightly lifts his voice on high, None accustomed to the found,
Wakes the sooner for his cry.