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THE CHACE.
Book II.
With matchless Speed, thy green aspiring Brow,And leaves the lagging Multitude behind.
Hail, gentle Dawn! Mild blushing Goddess, hail!Rejoic'd I see thy purple Mantle spread 80O'er half the Skies, Gems pave thy radiant Way,And orient Pearls from ev'ry Shrub depend.Farewel, Cleora; here deep sunk in DownSlumber secure, with happy Dreams amus'd,'Till grateful Steams shall tempt thee to receive 85Thy early Meal, or thy officious Maids,The Toilet plac'd, shall urge thee to performTh'important Work. Me other Joys invite,The Horn sonorous calls, the Pack awak'dTheir Mattins chant, nor brook my long Delay. 90My Courser hears their Voice; see there with EarsAnd Tail erect, neighing he paws the Ground;Fierce Rapture kindles in his red'ning Eyes,

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