| Warm'd by thy breath, that fire shall yet return |
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| Purg'd be this land from all the reptile race |
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| Love, powerful love, impatient of controul |
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| Thou pole-star, Devon, whose attractive ray |
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| 'Twas a solemn feast in Greenland held |
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| O! envied pow'r, the bleeding heart to heal |
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| Ajutt, more beauteous than th' willowy shade |
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| When native virtue, love of martial fame |
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| Attentive fishers, Greenland's choicest swains, Th' |
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| No alien's aid the noble parent sought |
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