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A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a


Remote from cowns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had chang'd, nor wish'd to change his place;

Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour;

Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize,

More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.

His house was known to all the vagrant train,

He chid their wand'rings, but relieved their pain;

The long remember'd beggar was his guest,

Whose beard descending swept his aged breast;

The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud,

Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd ;

The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,

Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how

fields were won.

Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow,

And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan,

His pity gave ere charity began.

Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,

And even his failings lean'd to virtue's side;

But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all;

And, as a bird each fond endearment tries,

To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies;

He tried each art, reproved each dull delay,

Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way..

Beside the bed where parting life was laid,

And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd,

The rev'rend chaiapion stood. At his control,

Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul;

Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise,

And his last falt'ring accents whisper'd praise.

At church, with meek and unaffected grace,

His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway,

And fools, who came to scoff, remained

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And news much older than their ale went Extorted from his fellow-creatures' woe.


Imagination fondly stoops to trace

The parlour splendours of that festive place;

The white-wash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,

The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;

Here, while the courtier glitters in brocade,

There the pale artist plies the sickly trade;

Here while the proud their long-drawn pomps display,

There the black gibbet glooms beside the


The dome where pleasure holds her midnight reign,

Here, richly deck'd, admits the gorgeous train;

Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square,

The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare.

Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy !

Sure these denote one universal joy !— Are these thy serious thoughts? ah, turn thine eyes

Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.

She once, perhaps, in village plenty bless'd,

Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled,

Near her betrayer's door she lays her head,

And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking

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Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray,

And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget *o sing,

But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling; Those poisonous fields with rank luxu. riance crown'd,

Where the dark scorpion gathers death around;

Where at each step the stranger fears to wake

The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey,

And savage men more murderous still than they;

While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Ming'ling the ravaged landscape with the skies.

Far different these from every former

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And kiss'd her thoughtless babes with many a tear,

And clasp'd them close, in sorrow doubly dear;

Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief

In all the silent manliness of grief.O luxury; thou cursed by Heaven's decree,

How ill exchanged are things like these for thee !

How do thy potions, with insidious joy, Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee, to sickly greatness grown,

Boast of a florid vigour not their own; At every draught more large and large they grow,

A bloated mass of rank unwieldy wo; Till sapp'd their strength, and every part unsound,

Down, down they sink, and spread a ruin round.

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Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend,

And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ;

Bless'd be that spot, where cheerful guests


To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire:

Bless'd that abode, where want and pain repair,

And every stranger finds a ready chair; Bless'd be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,

Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,

Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.

But me, not destined such delights to share,

My prime of life in wandering spent and


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