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The steer and lion at one crib shall meet,And harmless [1]serpents lick the pilgrim's feet.The smiling infant in his hand shall takeThe crested basilisk and speckled snake;Pleas'd the green lustre of the scales survey,And with their forky tongue and pointless sting shall play.Rise, crown'd with light, imperial [2]Salem rise!Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes!See, a long [3]race thy spacious courts adorn;See future sons, and daughters yet unborn,In crouding ranks on ev'ry side arise,Demanding life, impatient for the skies!See barb'rous [4]nations at thy gates attend,Walk in thy light, and in thy Temple bend;See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate Kings,And heap'd with products of [5]Sabæan springs!For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,And seeds of gold in Ophyr's mountains glow.

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