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 Far, far removed! from want, from hope, from fear! Enchanting music lull'd your infant ear, Obeisant praises sooth'd your infant heart:
 * Emblazonments and old ancestral crests,

With many a bright obstrusive form of art,
 * Detain'd your eye from nature: stately vests,

That veiling strove to deck your charms divine, Rich viands, and the pleasurable wine, Were your's unearn'd by toil; nor could you see The unenjoying toiler's misery. And yet, free Nature's uncorrupted child, You hail'd the Chapel and the Platform wild,
 * Where once the Austrian fell
 * Beneath the shaft of Tell!
 * O Lady, nurs'd in pomp and pleasure!
 * Whence learnt you that heroic measure?


 * There crowd your finely-fibred frame,
 * All living faculties of bliss:
 * And Genius to your cradle came,
 * His forehead wreath'd with lambent flame,
 * And bending low, with godlike kiss
 * Breath'd in a more celestial life!
 * But boasts not many a fair compeer