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40 Or, if this tranient gleam of day Be all of life we hare, Let pity plead within thy breat, That little all to pare.

So may thy hopitable board With health and peace be crown'd; And every charm of heartfelt ease Beneath thy roof be found.

So when detruction lurks uneen, Which men like mice may hare, May ome kind angel clear thy path, And break the hidden nare. To