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28 "Let China's earth, enrich'd with coloured tains, "Pencil'd with gold, and treak'd with azure veins, "The grateful flavour of the Indian leaf, "Or Mocho's unburnt berry glad receive; "The nobler metal claims more generous ue, "And mine hould flow with more exalted juice. "Did I for this my native bed reign, "In the dark bowels of Potoi's mine? "Was I for this with violence torn away, "And drag'd to regions of the upper day? "For this the rage of torturing furnace bore, "From foreign dros to purge the bright'ning ore? "For this have I endur'd the fiery tet, "And was I tamp'd for this with Britain's lofty cret?

"Unblet the day, and luckles was the hour "Which doom'd me to a Prebyterian's power: "Fated to erve the Puritanic race, "Whoe