And thousands that each hour thou gobbleft up, This, lefs than this, might gorge thee to the full. But ah! rapacious ftill, thou gap'st for more: Like one, whole days defrauded of his meals, On whom lank hunger lays his fkinny hand, And whets to keeneft eagernels his cravings (As if Diseases, Maffacres, and Poifon, Famine and War, were not thy caterers)! But know that thou must render up thy dead, And with high intereft too! they are not thine; But only in thy keeping for a feafon, Till the great promis'd day of reftitution; When loud diffufive found from brazen trump Of ftrong-lung'd cherub shall alarm thy captives, And roufe the long, long fleepers into life, Day-light, and liberty.-
Then must thy gates fly open, and reveal The mines that lay long forming under ground, In their dark cells immur'd; but now full ripe, And pure as filver from the crucible,
That twice has stood the torture of the fire, And inquifition of the forge. We know, Th' Illuftrious Deliverer of mankind,
Our bane turn'd to a bleffing! Death difarm'd Lofes his fellness quite; all thanks to him Who fcourg'd the venom out! Sure the laft end Of the good man is peace. How calm his exit ! Night-dews fall not more gently to the ground, Nor weary worn-out winds expire fo foft. Behold him in the ev'ning-tide of life, A life well-fpent, whofe early care it was, His riper years fhould not upbraid his green : By unperceiv'd degrees he wears away; Yet like the fun feems larger at his setting! High in his faith and hopes, look! how he reaches After the prize in view! and, like a bird That's hamper'd, ftruggles hard to get away ! Whilft the glad gates of fight are wide expanded To let new glories in, the first fair fruits Of the faft-coming harveft! Then ! O then! Each earth-born joy grows vile, or disappears, Shrunk to a thing of nought. O how he longs To have his paffport fign'd, and be difmifs'd! 'Tis done, and now he's happy! The glad soul Has not a wifh uncrown'd. Ev'n the lag fleth Refts too in hope of meeting once again The Son of God, thee foil'd. Him in thy pow'r Its better half, never to funder more. Thou couldst not hold : felf-vigorous he rose, Nor fhall it hope in vain: the time draws on And, fhaking off thy fetters, foon retook When not a fingle fpor of burial-carth, Thofe fpoils his voluntary yielding lent. Whether on land, or in the fpacious fea, (Sure pledge of our releafement from thy thrall !) But muft give back its long-committed duft Twice twenty days he fojourn'd here on earth, Inviolate and faithfully thall these And fhew'd himself alive to chofen witnesses Make up the full account; not the least atom By proofs fo ftrong, that the moft flow affenting Embezzled, or mislaid, of the whole tale. Had not a fcruple left. This having done, Each foul fhall have a body ready-furnish'd; He mounted up to heav'n. Methinks I fee him And each fhall have his own. Hence,ye prophane! Climb the aerial heights, and glide along Afk not, how this can be? Sure the fame pow'r Athwart the fevering clouds: but the faint eye,That rear'd the piece at first, and took it down, Flung backward in the chace, foon drops its hold, Difabled quite, and jaded with pursuing. Heaven's portals wide expand to let him in; Nor are his friends fhut out: as fome great prince Not for himself alone procures admiflion, But for his train; it was his royal will, That where he is, there should his followers be. Death only lies between! a gloomy path Made yet more gloomy by our coward fears! But not untrod, nor tedious: the fatigue Will foon go off. Befides, there's no by-road To blifs. Then why, like ill-condition'd children, Start we at tranfient hardfhips in the way That leads to purer air and fofter fkies,
And a ne'er-fetting fun? Fools that we are! We wish to be where fweets unwith'ring bloom; But ftrait our with revoke, and will not go. So have I feen, upon a fummer's even, Faft by a riv'let's brink a youngfter play! How withfully he looks to ften the tide! This moment refolute, next unresolv'd, At laft he dips his foot; but as he dips His fears redouble, and he runs away From th' inoffensive stream, unmindful now Of all the flow'rs that paint the further bank, And smil'd fo fweet of late. Thrice welcome That, after many a painful bleeding step, [Death! Conducts us to our home, and lands us fafe On the long with'd-for thore. Prodigious change!
Can re-affemble the loose scatter'd parts, And put them as they were. Almighty God Has done much more; nor is his arm impair'd Thro' length of days; and what he can he will: His faithfulnefs ftands bound to fee it done. When the dread trumpet founds, the slumb'ring Not unattentive to the call, fhall wake; [duft, And ev'ry joint poffefs its proper place, With a new elegance of form, unknown To its firft ftate. Nor fhall the confcious foul Miftake its partner; but amidst the crowd, Singling its other half, into its arms Shall ruth, with all the impatience of a man That's new come home, who having long been
The only point where human blifs ftands still, And taftes the good without the fall to ill; Where only Merit conftant pay receives, Is bleft in what it takes, and what it gives; The joy unequall'd if its end it gain, And, if it lofe, attended with no pain: Without fatiety, tho' e'r fo blefs'd,
And but more relifh'd as the more diftrefs'd: The broadeft mirth unfeeling Folly wears, Lefs pleafing far than Virtue's very tears: Good from each object, from each place ac- For ever exercis'd, yet never tir'd; [quir'd, Never elated while one man's opprefs'd; Never dejected while another's blefs'd; And where no wants, no withes can remain, Since but to with more Virtue, is to gain.
See! the fole blifs Heav'n could on all beftow, Which who but feels can tafte; but thinks, can know:
Yet poor with fortune, and with learning blind, The bad muft mifs; the good, untaught, will find; Slave to no fect, who takes no private road, But looks thro' Nature up to Nature's God; Purfues that chain which links th' immenfe defign,
Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sces, that no being any blifs can know, But touches fome above, and fome below; Learns from this union of the rifing whole, The first, laft purpose of the human foul; And knows where Faith, Law, Morals, all began, All end in Love of God, and Love of Man. For him alone, Hope leads from goal to goal, And opens ftill, and opens on his foul; Till lengthen'd on to Faith, and unconfin'd, It pours the blifs that fills up all the mind. He fees why Nature plants in Man alone Hope of known blifs, and faith in blifs unknown (Nature, whofe dictates to no other kind Are givin in vain, but what they feek they find): Wife is her prefent; the connects in this His greatest Virtue with his greatest Blifs; At once his own bright profpect to be bleft, And strongest motive to aflift the reft.
Self-love thus pufh'd to focial, to divine, Gives thee to make thy neighbour's bleffing Is this too little for the boundless heart? [thine. Extend it, let thy enemies have part: Grafp the whole worlds of Reafon, Life, and In one clofe fyftem of Benevolence: [Sente, Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree, And height of Bliss but height of Charity. God loves from Whole to Parts: but human Muft rifs from Individual to the Whole. [foul Self-love but ferves the virtuous mind to wake, As the fmall pebble ftirs the peaceful lake; The centre mov'd, a circle ftraight fucceeds, Another fill, and still another fpreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, firft it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race : Wide and more wide, th' o'erflowings of the mind Take ev'ry creature in, of ev'ry kind; Earth fmiles around, with boundless bounty bleft, And Heav'n beholds its image in his breast.
48. On the Eternity of the Supreme Being
HAIL, wondrous Being, who in pow'r fu
Exists from everlafting! whofe great name Deep in the human heart, and ev'ry atom The Air, the Earth, or azure Main contains, In undecypher'd characters is wrote— Incomprehenfible !—O what can words, The weak interpreters of mortal thoughts, Or what can thoughts (tho'wild of wing they rove Thro' the vaft concave of th' æthereal round) ? If to the Heav'n of Heav'ns they wing their way Advent rous, like the birds of night they 're lot, And delug'd in the flood of dazzling day.
May then the youthful, uninfpired Bard Prefume to hymn th' Eternal? may he foar Where Seraph and where Cherubin on high Refound th' unceafing plaudits, and with them In the grand chorus mix his feeble voice?
He may-if thou, who from the witlefs babe Ordaineft honour, glory, strength, and praise, Uplift th' unpinion'd Mufe, and deign'ft to affift, Great Poet of the Univerfe! his fong.
Before this earthly Planet wound her courfe Round Light's perennial fountain; before Light Herfelf 'gan thine, and at th' infpiring word Shot to exiftence in a blaze of day; Before "the Morning-Stars together fang," And hail'd Thee architect of countlets worlds; Thou art-All-glorious, All-beneficent, All Wifdom and Omnipotence thou art.
But is the æra of Creation fix'd
At when thefe worlds began? Could aught retard Goodness, that knows no bounds, from bleffing Or keep th' immente Artificer in floth? [every Avaunt the duft-directed crawling thought, That Puiffance immeafurably vaft, And Bounty inconceivable, could rest Content, exhaufted with one week of action f No-in th' exertion of thy righteous pow'r, Ten thoufand times more active than the Sun, Thou reign'd, and with a mighty hand compos Systems innumerable, matchless all, All ftampt with thine uncounterfeited feal.
But yet (if ftill to more ftupendous heights The Mufe unblam'd her aching sense may train) Perhaps wrapt up in contemplation deep, The Best of Beings on the nobleft theme Might ruminate at leifure, fcope immenfe ! Th' Eternal Pow'r and Godhead to explore, And with itself th' Omniscient Mind replete This were enough to fill the boundless All. This were a Sabbath worthy the Supreme! Perhaps enthron'd amidft a choicer few Of fpirits inferior, he might greatly plan The two prime Pillars of the Univerie, Creation and Redemption-and awhile Paufe-with the grand prefentiments of glory. Perhaps but all 's conjecture here below, All ignorance, and felf-plum'd vanity- O Thou, whofe ways to wonder at 's distrust,
Whom to defcribe 's prefumption (all we can, And all we may), be glorified, be prais'd. [rith, A day thall come, when all this Earth fhall pe- Nor leave behind ev'n Chaos; it shall come, When all the armies of the elements Shall war against themselves, and mutual rage, To make Perdition triumph; it fhall come, When the capacious atmosphere above Shall in fulphureous thunders groan, and die, And vanith into void; the earth beneath Shall fever to the centre, and devour
Th' enormous blaze of the destructive flames. Ye rocks that mock the raving of the floods, And proudly frown upon th' impatient deep, Where is your grandeur now? Ye foaming waves, That all along th' immenfe Atlantic roar, In vain ye fwell; will a few drops fuffice To quench the inextinguishable fire? [cedars Ye mountains, on whole cloud-crown'd tops the Are leffea'd into fhrubs, magnific piles, That prop the painted chambers of the heavens, And fix the earth continual; Athos, where ? Where, Tenerif, 's thy ftatelinefs to-day? What, Etna, are thy flames to thefe? No more Than the poor glow-worm to the golden fun.
Nor fhall the verdant valleys then remain Safe in their theck fubmiffion; they the debt Of nature and of justice too must pay. Yet I muft weep for you, ye rival fair, Arno and Andalufia; but for thee More largely, and with filial tears muft weep, O Albion! O my country! Thou must join, In vain diffever'd from the reft, muft join The terrors of th' inevitable ruin.
Nor thou, illuftrious monarch of the day; Nor thou, fair queen of night; nor you, ye stars, Tho' million leagues and million ftill remote, Shall yet furvive that day; ye must submit, Sharers, not bright fpectators of the scene. But tho' the Earth fhall to the centre perish, Nor leave behind ev'n Chaos; tho' the air With all the elements muft pafs away, Vain as an idiot's dream; tho' the huge rocks, That brandish the tall cedars on their tops, With humbler vales must to perdition yield; Tho' the gilt Sun, and filver-treffed Moon, With all her bright retinue, must be lost. Yet Thou, Great Father of the world, furviv'ft Eternal, as thou wert: Yet ftill furvives The foul of man immortal, perfect now, And candidate for unexpiring joys.
He comes! he comes! the awful trump I hear; The flaming fword's intolerable blaze 1 fee! He comes! th' Archangel from above. Arife, ye tenants of the filent grave, "Awake incorruptible, and arife: "From east to west, from the Antarctic pole "To regions Hyperborean, all ye fons, "Ye fons of Adam, and ye heirs of heaven"Arife, ye tenants of the filent grave, "Awake incorruptible, and arife."
'Tis then, nor fooner, that the reftlefs mind Shall find itself at home; and like the ark, Fix'd on the mountain top, shall look aloft
O'er the vague paffage of precarious life; And winds and waves, and rocks and temperts, Enjoy the everlafting calm of Heaven: [paft, 'Tis then, nor fooner, that the deathless foul Shall juftly know its nature and its rife : 'Tis then the human tongue, new-tun'd, shall give Praises more worthy the Eternal ear.
Yet what we can, we ought;-and therefore Thou, Purge Thou my heart, Omnipotent and Good! Purge Thou my heart with hyffop, left, like Cain, I offer fruitlefs facrifice, and with gifts Offend, and not propitiate the Ador'd. Tho' Gratitude were bleft with all the powers Her bursting heart could long for; tho' the fwift, The fiery-wing'd Imagination foar'd Beyond Ambition's with-yct all were vain To fpcak him as he is, who is ineffable. Yet ftill let Reafon thro' the eye of Faith View him with fearful love; let Truth pronounce, And Adoration on her bended knee, With heaven-directed hands, confefs his reign, And let the angelic, archangelic band, With all the hofts of Heaven, cherubic forms, And forms feraphic, with their filver trump And golden lyres attend: For thou art holy, "For Thou art one, th' Eternal, who alone "Exerts all goodnefs, and tranfcends all praife!"
$42. On the Immenfity of the Supreme Being.
ONCE more I dare to roufe the founding string, The Poet of my God-Awake, my glory, Awake, my lute and harp-myself shall wake, Soon as the ftately night-exploding bird In lively lay fings welcome to the dawn.
Lift ye! how Nature with ten thousand tongues Begins the grand thanksgiving, Hail, all hail, Ye tenants of the foreft and the field! My fellow fubjects of th' Eternal King, I gladly join your matins, and with you Confefs his prefence, and report his praife.
O Thou, who or the lambkin, or the dove, When offer'd by the lowly, meek, and poor, Prefer'ft to pride's whole hecatomb, accept This mean Effay, nor from thy treasure-house Of glory immenfe the Orphan's mite exclude.
What tho' the Almighty's regal throne be rais'd High o'er yon azure Heaven's exalted dome, By mortal eye unkenn'd-where Eaft nor Weft Nor South nor bluftering North has breath to Albeit He there with angels and with faints [blow; Holds conference, and to his radiant host Ev'n face to face ftands vifibly confeft; Yet know, that nor in prefence or in power Shines He lefs perfect here; 'tis man's dim ey That makes th' obfcurity. He is the fame; Alike in all his univerfe the fame.
Whether the mind along the spangled sky Mcafures her pathlefs walk, ftudious to view The works of vafter fabric, where the planets Weave their harmonious rounds, their march diStill faithful, ftill inconftant, to the fun; [recting Or where the comet, thro' space infinite (Tho' whirling worlds oppofe in globes of fire) Darts,
Darts, like a javelin, to his diftant goal; [vens, | Nathlefs conspicuous in the linnet's throat
Or where in Heaven above, the Heaven of Hea- Burn brighter funs, and goodlier planets roll With fatellites more glorious-Thou art there. Or whether on the ocean's boisterous back Thou ride triumphant, and with outstretch'd arm Curb the wild winds and difcipline the billows, The fuppliant failor finds Thee there, his chief. His only help-When Thou rebuk 'ft the form, It ceafes-and the velfel gently glides Along the gloffy level of the calm.
O could I fearch the bofom of the fea, Down the great depth defcending, there thy works Would allo speak thy refidence; and there Would I, thy fervant, like the ftill profound, Aftonith'd into filence mufe thy praife! Behold! behold! th' unplanted garden round Of vegetable coral, fea-flowers gay, And thrubs of amber from the pearl-pav'd bottom, Rife richly varied, where the finny race In blithe fecurity their gambols play: White high above their heads Leviathan, The terror and the glory of the main, His paftime takes with tranfport, proud to fee The ocean's vaft dominion all his own.
Hence thro' the genial bowels of the earth Eafy may fancy país; till at thy mines, Gani or Raolconda, the arrive,
And from the adamant's imperial blaze Form weak ideas of her Maker's glery. Next to Pegu or Ceylon let me rove, Where the rich ruby (deem'd by fages old Of fovereign virtue) fparkles ev'n like Sirius, And blushes into flames. Thence will I go To undermine the treasure-fertile womb Of the huge Pyrencan, to detect The agate and the deep-intrenched gem Of kindred jafper-Nature in them both Delights to play the mimic on herfelf; And in their veins fhe oft pourtrays the forms Of leaning hills, of trees erect, and ftreams Now ftealing foftly on, now thundering down In defperate cafcade, with flowers and beafts, And all the living landfkip of the vale: In vain thy pencil, Claudio or Pouflin, Or thine, immortal Guido, would elay Such skill to imitate-it is the hand
Of God himfelf-for God himself is there. [vance Hence with th' afcending fprings let me ad- Thro' beds of magnets, minerals, and fpar, T'p to the mountain's fummit, there t' indulge Th' ambition of the comprehenfive eye, That dares to call th' horizon all her own. Behold the foreft, and th' expanfive verdure Of yonder level lawn, whofe fmooth-fhorn fod No object interrupts, unless the oak His lordly head uprcars, and branching arms Extends Behold in regal folitude, And paftoral magnificence, he ftands So fimple, and fo great, the under-wood Of meaner rank an awful diftance keep. Yet thou art there, yet God himself is there, Ev'n on the bush (tho' not as when to Mofes He thone in burning majefty reveal'd).
Is his unbounded goodness-Thee her Maker, Thee her Preferver chants fhe in her fong; While all the emulative vocal tribe The grateful leffon learn-no other voice Is heard, no other found-for, in attention Buried, ev'n babbling Echo holds her peace.
Now from the plains, where the unbounded pro- Gives liberty her utmost scope to range, [Ipect Turn we to yon inclofures, where appears Chequer'd variety in all her forms, Which the vague mind attract, and still suspend With fweet plerplexity. What are yon towers, The work of labouring men and clumsy art, Seen with the ringdove's neft? On that tall beeeh Her penfile houfe the feather'd artift builds- The rocking winds moleft her not; for fee With fuch due poife the wondrous fabric's hung, That, like the compafs in the bark, it keeps True to itself, and fedfaft ev'n in forms. Thou idiot, that afferts there is no God, View, and be dumb for ever- Go bid Vitruvius or Palladio build The bee his manfion, or the and her cave- Go call Correggio, or let Titian come [cherry To paint the hawthorn's bloom, cr teach the To blush with juft vermilion-Hence away- Hence, ye profane! for God himself is here. Vain were th' attempt, and impious, to trace Thro' all his works th' Artificer Divine--- And tho' nor fhining fun, nor twinkling ftar Bedeck'd the crimfon curtains of the fky; Tho' neither vegetable, beaft, nor bird Were extant on the furface of this ball, Nor lurking gem beneath; tho' the great fea Slept in profound ftagnation, and the air Had left no thunder to pronounce its Maker; Yet man at home, within himfelf, might find The Deity immenfe, and in that frame, 50 fearfully, to wonderfully made,
See and adore his providence and power
I fee, and I adore--O God most bounteous! C infinite of goodnefs and of glory, The knee that thou haft fhap'd fhall bend to The tongue which thou haft tun'd fhall chant
And thine own image, the immortal soul, Shall confecrate herfelf to Thee for over.
843. On the Orxifcience of the Supreme Being.
RISE, divine Urania, with new ftrains To hymn thy God! and thou, immortal Fame, Arife and blow thy everlasting trump! All glory to the Omnifcient, and praife, And power, and domination in the height And thou, cherubic Gratitude, whofe voice To pious ears founds filverly fo fweet, Come with thy precious incenfe, bring thy gifts, And with thy choiceft ftores the altar crown. Thou too, my heart, whom He, and He alone Who all things knows, can know, with love Regenerate, and pure, pour all thy felf
A living facrifice before his throne! And may th' eternal, high, myfterious tree, That in the centre of the arched heavens [branch Bears the rich fruit of knowledge, with fome Stoop to my humble reach, and blefs my toil! When in my mother's womb conceal'd I lay, A fenteless embryo, then my foul thou knew'ft, Knew't all her future workings, every thought, And every faint idea yet unform'd. When up the imperceptible afcent
Of growing years, led by thy hand, I rofe, Perception's gradual light, that ever dawns Infenfibly to day, thou didst vouchfafe,
And taught me by that reafon thou infpir'dst, That what of knowledge in my mind was low, Imperfect, incorrect-in Thee is wondrous, Uncircumfcrib'd, unfearchably profound, And eftimable folely by itfelf.
What is that fecret pow'r that guides the brutes, Which Ignorance calls Inftinét? "Tis from Thee: It is the operation of thine hands, Immediate, inftantaneous; 'tis thy wifdom That glorious thines tranfparent thro' thy works. Who taught the pye, or who forewarn'd the jay, To thun the deadly nightshade? Tho' the cherry Boafts not a gloffier hue, nor does the plum Lure with more feeming fweets the amorous eye, Yet will not the fagacious birds, decoyed By fair appearance, touch the noxious fruit. They know to tafte is fatal; whence, alarm'd, Swift on the winnowingwinds they work their way. Go to, proud reafoner, philofophic man, Haft thou fuch prudence, thou fuch knowledge? Full many a race has fall'n into the fnare[-No. Of meretricious looks, of pleasing surface ; And oft in defert ifles the famifh'd pilgrim, By forms of fruit, and lufcious tafte, beguil'd, Like his forefather Adam, cats and dies. For why his wildom on the leaden feet Of flow Experience, dully tedious, creeps, And comes, like vengeance, after long delay. The venerable fage, that nightly trims The learned lamp, t' investigate the powers Of plants medicinal, the earth, the air, And the dark regions of the fofil world, Grows old in following what he ne'er fhall find; Studious in vain! till haply at the laft
He fpies a mift, then fhapes it into mountains, And bafclefs fabrics from conjecture builds: While the domeftic animal, that guards At midnight hours his threshold, if opprefs'd By fudden ficknefs, at his mafter's feet Begs not that aid his fervices might claim, But is his own phyfician, knows the cafe, And from th' emetic herbage works his cure. Hark! from afar the feather'd matron fcreams, And all her brood alarms! The docile crew Accept the fignal one and all, expert In th' art of Nature and unlearn'd deceit : Along the fod, in counterfeited death, Mute, motionless they lie; full well appriz'd That the rapacious adverfary's near.
But who inform'd her of th' approaching danger? Who taught the cautious mother, that the hawk Was hatch'd her foe, and liv'd by her destruction? Her own prophetic foul is active in her, And more than human providence her guard.
When Philomela, ere the cold domain Of crippled Winter 'gins t' advance, prepares Her annual flight, and in fome poplar fhade Takes her melodious leave, who then 's her pilot? Who points her paffage thro' the pathlefs void To realms from us remote, to us unknown? Her fcience is the fcience of her God. Not the magnetic index to the North E'er afcertains her courfe, nor buoy, nor beacon: She, Heaven-taught voyager, that fails in air, Courts nor coy Weft nor Eaft, but inftant knows What Newton or not fouglit, or fought in vaint. Illuftrious natne irrefragable proof
Of man's vaft genius, and the foaring foul! Yet what wert thou to Him, who knew his works Before creation form'd them, long before He meatur'd in the hollow of his hand Th' exulting ocean, and the highest heavens He comprehended with a fpan, and weigh'd The mighty mountains in his golden scales; Who thone fupreme, who was himself the light, Ere yet Refraction learn'd her skill to paint, And bend athwart the clouds her beauteous bow.
When Knowledge at her father's dread com- Refign'd to Ifrael's king her golden key, [mand O! to have join'd the frequent auditors In wonder and delight, that whilom heard Great Solomon defcanting on the brutes. O how fublimely glorious to apply To God's own honour, and good-will to man, That wisdom he alone of men poffefs'd In plenitude fo rich, and fcope fo rare. How did he rouse the pamper'd filken fons Of bloated Eafe, by placing to their view The fage induftrious Ant, the wifeft infect, And beft œconomift of all the field! Tho' the prefumes not by the folar orb To measure times and feafons, nor confults Chaldean calculations, for a guide;
Yet, confcious that December's on the march, Pointing with icy hand to Want and Woe. She waits his dire approach, and undifmay'd Receives him as a welcome gucft, prepar'd Against the churlish Winter's fierceft blow. For when as yet the favourable Sun
Gives to the genial earth th' enlivening ray, Not the poor fuffering flave, that hourly toils To rive the groaning earth for ill-fought gold, Endures fuch trouble, fuch fatigue, as the; While all her fubterraneous avenues, [meet And ftorm-proof cells, with management muft And unexampled housewifery the forms: Then to the field the hies, and on her back, Burden immenfe ! the bears the cumbrous corn. Then many a weary step, and many a ftrain, And many a grievous groan fubdued, at length Up the huge hill the hardly heaves it home: + The Longitude.
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