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  ...so groaned and died. _50
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FABLE XXVIII.
THE PERSIAN, THE SUN, AND THE CLOUD.
Is there a bard whom genius fires, Whose every thought the god inspires? When Envy reads the nervous lines, She frets, she rails, she raves, she pines; Her hissing snakes with venom swell; She calls her venal train from hell: The servile fiends her nod obey, And all Curl's[4] authors are in pay, Fame calls up calumny and spite. Thus Shadow owes its birth to light.   _10 As prostrate to the god of day, With heart devout, a Persian lay, His invocation thus begun: 'Parent of light, all-seeing Sun, Prolific beam, whose rays dispense The various gifts of providence, Accept our praise, our daily prayer, Smile on our fields, and bless the year.' A cloud, who mocked his grateful tongue, The day with sudden darkness hung; _20 With pride and envy swelled, aloud A voice thus thundered from the cloud: 'Weak is this...   Gay, John

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