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LIV.

"What cannot Art and Industry perform, When Science plans the progress of their toil! They smile at penury, disease, and storm; And oceans from their mighty mounds recoil. When tyrants scourge, or demagogues embroil A land, or when the rabble's headlong rage Order transforms to anarchy and spoil, Deep-vers'd in man the philosophic sage Prepares with lenient hand their frenzy to assuage.