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Ærial clouds, thro' heav'n's resplendent plains who wander, parents of prolific rains;
Who nourish fruits, whose water'y frames are hurl'd, by winds impetuous, round the mighty world;
All-thund'ring, lion-roaring, flashing fire, in Air's wide bosom, bearing thunders dire
Impell'd by ev'ry stormy,           gale, with rapid course, along the skies ye fail.