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NYJ-N.774.125
15 Dec 1774:41 (1667)
From the Massachusetts Spy.
AN ELEGY ON THE TIMES. [Concluded from our last.]
Then look thro' time, and with extended eye,
Pierce the deep veil of fate's obscure domain!
The morning dawns, th' effulgent star is nigh,
And crimson'd glories deck her rising reign!
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Hark from the glades, and ev'ry list'ning spray,
What heav'n-born muses wake th' enraptur'd song!
The vocal shades attune th' enchanting lay,
And echoing vales harmonious strains prolong.
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