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Let me thy Properties explain,
Hope, art thou true, or doest thou flatter me?
With blackest moss the flower-plots
Bards of the Future! you that come
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun
Supper comes at five o'clock,
While some affect the sun, and some the shade.