Alexander Pope

And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.

And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.

But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
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But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call.
And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!

And more than echoes talk along the walls.

And more than echoes talk along the walls.

Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.

Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.

Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms,
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Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms,
Pours fierce ambition in a Caesar's mind.