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Heavens! what melodious Strains! how beatour HeartsBig with tumultuous Joy! the loaded Gales 65Breath Harmony; and as the Tempest drivesFrom Wood to Wood, thro' ev'ry dark RecessThe Forest thunders, and the Mountains shake.The Chorus swells; less various, and less sweetThe trilling Notes, when in those very Groves, 70The feather'd Choristers salute the Spring,And ev'ry Bush in Consort joins; or whenThe Master's Hand, in modulated Air,Bids the loud Organ breath, and all the Pow'rsOf Musick in one Instrument combine,An universal Minstrelsy. And nowIn vain each Earth he tries, the Doors are barr'dImpregnable, nor is the Covert safe;He pants for purer Air. Hark! what loud Shouts

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