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We've but to spread this mantle wide,

'Twill serve whereon through air to ride;

No heavy baggage need you take,

When we our bold excursion make.

A little gas, which I will soon prepare,

Lifts us from earth; aloft through air,

Light-laden, we shall swiftly steer;—

I wish you joy of your new life-career.