les on fergn, the poet
ill-fated ni! heaven-taught fergn!
what heart that feels and will not yield a tear,
to thk life&039;s sun did set e&039;er well begun
to shed its fence on thy bright career
o why should truest worth and ni pe
beneath the iron grasp of want and woe,
while titled knaves and idiot—greatness she
all the splendour fortune can bestow?
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