Practice Typing

As when the sturdy north blows from his cheek A blast, that scours the sky, forthwith our air, Cleard of the rack, that hung on it before, Glitters; and, With his beauties all unveild, The firmament looks forth serene, and smiles; Such was my cheer, when Beatrice drove With clear reply the shadows back, and truth Was manifested, as a star in heaven.