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God, working ever on a social plan,

By various ties attaches man to man:

He made at first, though free and unconfin'd,

One man the common father of the kind.

Faults in the life breed errour in the brain;

And these, reciprocally, thoſe again.

The mind and conduct mutually imprint

And stamp their image in each other's mint.

While thro' the neighb'ring fields the sower stalks,

With measur'd step; and lib'ral throws the grain

Into the faithful bosom of the ground:

The harrow follows harsh, and shuts the scene.

Sweet ſolitude, when life's gay hours are past;

Howe'er we range, in thee we fix at last;

Toss'd through tempestuous ſeas, the voyage o'er,

Pale we look back, and bleſs thy friendly shore.

The mind not taught to think, no useful store

To fix reflection, dreads the vacant hour,

Turn'd on itself, its num'rous wants are seen,

And all the mighty void that lies within.