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MG-A(G.769.053
3 Aug 1769:1242 (1247)
ON THE ARRIVAL OF HIS EXCELLENCY ROBERT EDEN, ESQ; TO HIS
GOVERNMENT IN MARYLAND.
From mossy bow'rs, and rushy fringed cells,
And weeping Grots, where old Sabrina dwells,
Rous'd by the shouts of joy, and festive song,
That ecchoed all her winding banks along,
. . . [8 lines]
He comes! See, Eden comes! Auspicious day!
Haste, haste, my nymphs, prepare the votive lay;
Swell the glad song, and all these hills around,
Pour the Paeans of mellifluous[!] sound
. . . [12 lines]
Eager I caught the accents from his tongue,
And bade the Muse record in deathless song.
"Long, long, my sons! and in far distant times,
Those strangers coming from yon eastern climes,
. . . [60 lines]
[signed] A Customer.
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