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 " Another lord now rules thoſe wide domains,

" The avaricious tyrant of the plains,

" Far, far from hence he revels life away,

" In guilty pleaſures, our poor means muſt pay.

" The moſſy plains, the mountain's barren brow,

" Muſt now be tortur'd by the rearing plough,

" And, ſpite of nature, crops be taught to riſe,

" Which to theſe northern climes wiſe Heav'n denies.

" In vain, with ſweating brow and weary hands,

" We ſtrive to earn the gold our lord demands,

" While cold and hunger, and the dungeon's gloom,

" Await our failure as its ccrtaincertain [sic] doom.

" To ſhun theſe ills that threat my hoary head,

" I ſeek in foreign lands precarious bread;

" Forc'd, tho' my helpleſs age from guilt be pure,

" The pangs of baniſh'd felons to endure;

" And all becauſe theſe hands have vainly try'd

" To force from art what nature has deny'd;

" Becauſe my little all will not ſuffice

" To pay th' inſatiate claims of AvariccAvarice [sic].

" In vain, of richer climates I am told,

" Whoſe hills are rich in gems, whoſe ſtreams are gold,

" I am contented here, I ne'er have feen

" A valcvale [sic] morcmore [sic] 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 HeavcnHeaven [sic] the alternative were mine,

" Abroad to thrive, or here in want to pine,