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( 6 ) “ I am contented here, I ne’er have seen " A vale more fertile, nor a hill more green, "Nor would I leave this sweet, though humble cot, "To share the richest monarch’s envied lot. “ O! would to Heaven the alternative were mine, "Abroad to thrive, or here in want to pine, "Soon would 1 chufe : but ere to-morrow’s fun "Has o’er my head his radiant journey run, "I shall be robb’d, by what they JUSTICE call, "By legal ruffians, of my little all: "Driv’n out to Hunger, Nakedness and Grief, "Without one pitying hand to bring relief. "Then come, oh! sad alternative to chufe, "Come, Banishment, I wilt no more refuse. "Go where I may, nor billows, rocks, nor wind, "Can add of horror to my tortur’d mind; "On whatsoever coast I may be thrown, "No lord can use me harder than my own; "Even they who tear the limbs and drink the gore, Of helpless strangers, what can they do more?

"For thee, insatiate chief; whose ruthless hand "For ever drives me from my native land : "For thee I leave no greater curie behind, "Than the fell bodings of a guilty mind ; "Or what were harder to a soul like thine, "To find from avarice thy wealth decline.

“ For you,my friends, and neighbours,of the vale, "Who now with kindly tears my fate bewail, "Soon may your king, whose bread paternal glows, “ With tendered feelings for his peoples woes,