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LXXX.

TO THE WEST WIND.

The FUMIGATION from FRANKINCENSE.

SEA-born, aerial, blowing from the west,
Sweet gales, who give to weary'd labour rest:
Vernal and grassy, and of gentle found,
To ships delightful, thro' the sea profound;
For these, impell'd by you with gentle force, 5
Pursue with prosp'rous Fate their destin'd course.
With blameless gales regard my suppliant pray'r,
Zephyrs unseen, light-wing'd, and form'd from air.


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