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,
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