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IC.777.065
28 Nov 1777:23 (10/484)
THE ARRIVAL.
And now ye sisters of the sacred well,
Unlock your bowers and open every cell;
Ye green nymphs come with wat'ry footsteps here,
In every [ ] the rich libation bear:
And you, ye Tritons, bring your aid,
With all the music of the coral shade.
For hark! he comes! I hear the golden sound,
And joy's full trump diffuses it around.
. . . [26 lines, praising Hancock.]
Nor let the muse who stretch'd her soaring wing
To themes so high, disdain a gentler string.
. . . [36 more lines] Boston, Nov. 20. 1777.
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