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THE VILLAGE OF THE LEPERS. [Taken from the Account in the Literary Gazette.]

was a curse on the unhappy race— They dwelt apart from all their fellow men— Sad weary solitude! and every eye Was turn'd away in loathing. I did pass Thro' their lone village: silence brooded round, And misery had set her withering stamp On every brow; rayless and dim each eye. And a wan sickly hue was on each face: They had a look of hopeless wretchedness. To them the voice of kindness was a sound