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"Twas from Philosophy man learn'd to tame The soil, by plenty to intemperance fed. Lo, from the echoing axe, and thundering flame, Poison and plague and yelling rage are fled! The waters, bursting from their slimy bed, Bring health and melody to every vale: And, from the breezy main, and mountain's head, Ceres and Flora, to the sunny dale, To fan their glowing charms, invite the fluttering gale.