But most She moves our wonder and delight,
When She performs her loose Pindaric flight,
60Oft to their outmost reach She will extend
Her tow'ring wings to soar on high,
And then by just degrees descend:
Oft in a swift strait course She glides,
Obliquely oft the air divides,
And oft with wanton play hangs hov'ring in the sky.
V.
Whilst sense of duty into my artless Muse