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Arouse, my friend--let vivid fancy soar,

Look with creative eye on nature's face,

Bid airy sprites in wild Niagara roar,

And view in every field a fairy race.

Spur thy good Pacolet to speed apace,

And spread a train of nymphs on every shore;

Or if thy muse would woo a ruder grace,

The Indian's evil Manitou's explore,

And rear the wondrous tale of legendary lore.

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