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To the Lord Fairfax	A
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See how the arched Earth does here	B
Rise in a perfect Hemisphere	C
The stiffest Compass could not strike	D
A line more circular and like	D
Nor softest Pensel draw a Brow	E
So equal as this Hill does bow	E
It seems as for a Model laid	F
And that the World by it was made	F
	-
Here learn ye Mountains more unjust	G
Which to abrupter greatness thrust	G
That do with your hook shoulder'd height	H
The Earth deform and Heaven frght	H
For whose excrescence ill design'd	H
Nature must a new Center find	H
Learn here those humble steps to tread	H
Which to securer Glory lead	H
	-
See what a soft access and wide	H
Lyes open to its grassy side	H
Nor with the rugged path deterrs	A
The feet of breathless Travellers	A
See then how courteous it ascends	A
And all the way ir rises bends	A
Nor for it self the height does gain	I
But only strives to raise the Plain	I
	-
Yet thus it all the field commands	A
And in unenvy'd Greatness stands	A
Discerning furthe then the Cliff	J
Of Heaven daring Teneriff	J
How glad the weary Seamen hast	H
When they salute it from the Mast	H
By Night the Northern Star their way	K
Directs and this no less by Day	K
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Upon its crest this Mountain grave	J
A Plum of aged Trees does wave	J
No hostile hand durst ere invade	H
With impious Steel the sacred Shade	H
For something alwaies did appear	C
Of the Great Masters terrour there	L
And Men could hear his Armour still	M
Ratling through all the Grove and Hill	M
	-
Fear of the Master and respect	H
Of the great Nymph did it protect	H
Vera the Nymph that him inspir'd	H
To whom he often here retir'd	H
And on these Okes ingrav'd her Name	N
Such Wounds alone these Woods became	N
But ere he well the Barks could part	H
'Twas writ already in their Heart	H
	-
For they 'tis credible have sense	A
As we of Love and Reverence	A
And underneath the Courser Rind	H
The Genius of the house do bind	H
Hence they successes seem to know	O
And in their Lord's advancement grow	O
But in no Memory were seen	P
As under this so streight and green	P
	-
Yet now no further strive to shoot	H
Contented if they fix their Root	H
Nor to the winds uncertain gust	H
Their prudent Heads too far intrust	H
Onely sometimes a flutt'ring Breez	A
Discourses with the breathing Trees	A
Which in their modest Whispers name	N
Those Acts that swell'd the Cheek of Fame	N
	-
Much other Groves say they then these	A
And other Hills him once did please	A
Through Groves of Pikes he thunder'd then	Q
And Mountains rais'd of dying Men	Q
For all the Civick Garlands due	H
To him our Branches are but few	H
Nor are our Trunks enow to bear	L
The Trophees of one fertile Year	C
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'Tis true the Trees nor ever spoke	R
More certain Oracles in Oak	R
But Peace if you his favour prize	A
That Courage its own Praises flies	A
Therefore to your obscurer Seats	A
From his own Brightness he retreats	A
Nor he the Hills without the Groves	A
Nor Height but with Retirement loves	A

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