Soft breezes fanning your rough brows—the might
And purity of nature spread before your sight!
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From this appropriate Court, renowned Lucerne
Calls[573] me to pace her honoured Bridge[JL]—that cheers
The Patriot's heart with pictures rude and stern,
An uncouth Chronicle of glorious years.
Like portraiture, from loftier source, endears
That work of kindred frame, which spans the lake
Just at the point of issue, where it fears