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CC-H.765.017
22 Jul 1765:31 (35)
COPY OF A LETTER,
Sol, in the east, from Neptune's watry Bed,
Rising, dispells the mist, and shews his guilded head.
Aurora blushes, interstreak'd with grey,
Heightens in beauty, and proclaims the day.
The feather'd choirs, in ev'ry bough rejoice,
Tune ev'ry throat, to manifest their joys.
The waving air, conveys the pleasing sound,
And whisp'ring zyphers, waft the musick round'
Nature, not art, compleats the melody.
Chirps are the notes, not la, fa, sol, la, mi.
. . . [60 more lines] [signed] Somniator.
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