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“Joy and renown attend the happy hour
When Taste and Truth their finish’d task proclaim
Their English temple to the Tuscan name!
Roscoe!
on thee may all the Muses shower
Due wreathes of glory, graced with every flower,
Worthy to crown their fav’rite, skill’d to
frame
This grand Pantheon of historic fame,
Secure to triumph o’er Oblivion’s power.
’Tis thine departed merit to embalm,
And drive Detraction’s vultures from their prey;
Thine the historian’s, thine the poet’s palm,
As Nature’s mirror we thy work survey,
Faithful though vast! Thus Ocean, clear and calm,
Reflects each light and shade the heavens display.”
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