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 His festive board! Nature has spread around The unguilty food of life abundantly. How frolic in the sun yon little fawn Strains his young limbs; now browzes the sweet grass, Now o'er the plain leaps lightly; that man's heart Were hard and alien from humanity Who could endure to gore his innocent side! Sport on poor forester! sport on secure, Fearless of one by hard misfortune school'd To feel for others." "Here my infant years Roll'd on at length in peace; he taught my knees To bend in prayer to that all-gracious God Whose parent power had call'd me into life; And who, from every perilous chance preserv'd, Had to the friendless orphan given a friend. Of every herb that blooms amid the grove, Or on the high cliff drinks a purer air He bade me know the virtue; with the morn Up from the homely couch we rose to pour Rh