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rip,

or ad abition&039;s gory hand,

sendg, like blood-hounds fro the slip,

woe, want, and urder o&039;er a nd!

ev&039;n the peaceful rural vale,

truth, weepg, tells the ournful tale,

how paper&039;d xury, ftt&039;ry by her side,

the parasite epoing her ear,

with all the servile wretches the rear,

looks o&039;er proud property, extended wide;

and eyes the siple, rtic hd,

whose toil upholds the glitt&039;rg show—

a creature of another kd,

arser substance, unref&039;d—

pc&039;d for her lordly e th far, th vile, below!

“where, where is love&039;s fond, tender throe,

with lordly honour&039;s lofty brow,

the pow&039;rs you proudly own?

is there, beneath love&039;s noble na,

can harbour, dark, the selfish ai,

to bless hiself alone?

ark aiden-nocence a prey

to love-pretendg snares:

this boasted honour turns away,

shunng ft pity&039;s risg sway,

regardless of the tears and unavailg pray&039;rs!

perhaps this hour, isery&039;s salid nest,

she stras your fant to her joyless breast,

and with a other&039;s fears shrks at the rockg bst!

“oh ye! who, sunk beds of down,

feel not a want but what yourselves create,

thk, for a ont, on his wretched fate,

who friends and fortune ite diwn!

ill-satisfy&039;d keen nature&039;s coro call,

stretch&039;d on his straw, he ys hiself to sleep;

while through the ragd roof and chky wall,

chill, o&039;er his sbers, piles the drifty heap!

thk on the dunon&039;s gri nfe,

where guilt and poor isfortune pe!

guilt, errg an, relentg view,

but shall thy legal ra pursue

the wretch, already crhed low

by cruel fortune&039;s undeserved blow?

affliction&039;s ns are brothers distress;

a brother to relieve, how exisite the bliss!”

i heard nae air,