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260 —And now that cottage on the Owlbar Moor Hath no sweet visitant of earthly hope To cheer its toiling inmates. Habit-led, They sow and reap, and spread the humble board, But steep their bread in tears. God grant them grace To take his chastisement, like those who gain A more enduring substance from the blast That leaveth house and heart so desolate.