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COMPOSED UPON

WESTMINSTER BRIDGE,

Sept. 3, 1803.

Earth has not any thing to shew more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in it's majesty:This City now doth like a garment wearThe beauty of the morning; silent, bare,Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lieOpen unto the fields, and to the sky;All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.Never did sun more beautifully steepIn his first splendor valley, rock, or hill;Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!The river glideth at his own sweet will:Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;And all that mighty heart is lying still!
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