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And, duly pond’ering, all her thoughts incline there to bespread upon their wat’ery way, ’mid waves of Ocean-stream, some Isle divine with bloom enamel’d and with green’ery gay; for she hath many, where her realms confine with the First Mother girt by ’bosoming bay, besides those Gardens of the Midland Seas, within the portals oped by Hercules.