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But useless lances into scythes shall bend,And the broad faulchion in a plow-share end.Then palaces shall rise; the joyful [1]SonShall finish what his short-liv'd Sire begun;Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield,And the same hand that sow'd shall reap the field.The swain in barren [2]desarts with surprizeSee lillies spring, and sudden verdure rise,And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hearNew falls of water murm'ring in his ear:On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes,The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.Waste sandy [3]vallies, once perplex'd with thorn,The spiry firr and shapely box adorn;To leafless shrubs the flow'ring palms succeed,And od'rous myrtle to the noisome weed.The [4]lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead,And boys in flow'ry bands the Tyger lead;

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