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And happy. Nurse of art! the city rear'd'
Then Commerce brought into the public walk The busy merchant; the big warehouse built; Rais'd the strong crane ; chok'd up the loaded
street With foreign plenty; and thy stream, O Thames, Large, gentle, deep, majestic, king of floods ! Chose for his grand resort. On either hand, Like a long wintry forest, groves of masts Shot up their spires; the bellying sheet between Possess'd the breezy void ; the sooty hulk Steer'd sluggish on; the splendid barge along Row'd, regular, to harmony; around, The boat, light-skimming, stretch'd its oary wings ; While deep the various voice of fervent toil [oak, From bank to bank increas'd; whence ribb’d with To bear the British thunder, black, and bold, The roaring vessel rush'd into the main.
Then too the pillar'd dome, magnific, heav'd
All is the gift of Industry ; whate'er
His harden'd fingers deck the gaudy Spring ;
Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky,
with hard reluctance, faint, ye give. The lovely young Lavinia once had friends; And Fortune smil'd, deceitful, on her birth. For, in her helpless years depriv'd of all,