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extepore on orations of thon

dost thou not rise, dignant shade,

and sile wi&039; spurng srn,

when they wha wad hae starved thy life,

thy senseless turf adorn?

helpless, ane, thou cb the brae,

wi&039; ikle honest toil,

and cught th&039; unfadg garnd there—

thy sair-worn, rightful spoil

and wear it thou! and call aloud

this axio undoubted—

would thou hae nobles&039; patrona?

first learn to live without it!

to who hae uch, ore shall be given,

is every great an&039;s faith;

but he, the helpless, needful wretch,

shall lose the ite he hath