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CLASS THE FIRST
SISTER of Youth and laughing Joy,
And Bacchus wreath'd with ivy green;
O lead me to thy blissful vale !
Where Hope and Health in sprightly round, Leisure, with Freedom hand in hand,
In dance fantastic beat the ground; Where'er they tread the fairest flowers arise, Embroidering all the green with ever-varying dies.
Let the stern pedant love to waste
In studious search the tedious night, Attentive to the learned page,
By musing taper's glimmering light,