Springs forth in presence of this gaudy show,
While narrow cares their limits overflow.
Thrice happy, burghers, peasants, warriors old,
Infants in arms, and ye, that as ye go
Home-ward or school-ward, ape what ye behold
Heroes before your time, in frolic fancy bold!
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And[511] when that calm Spectatress from on high
Looks down—the bright and solitary Moon,
Who never gazes but to beautify;