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 Three miles beyond exhibits to your view, Those rural scenes that 's pencil drew.

Around, in various parts, you'll RUINS trace, Mementos sad, of and disgrace; o'er these relics drops a tear, And shrinks, appal'd with fear; The laments the scene, but draws a veil, And,in oblivion, sinks the haples tale.

Near again you may descry, The tow'ring ascending high; and, see to the right, And, west-ward,  meet your sight; Where clouds of smoke in lofty columns rise, And sable exhalations dim the skies.