To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosomed in the…

To men of other minds my fancy flies,
Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land.

Sourced, The Traveller (1764)

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