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He, to whose daring soul and high ambition The World seem'd circumscrib'd; who, wont to dream, Of Fleuri, Richelieu, Alberoni, men Who trod on Empire, and whose politics Were not beyond the grasp of his vast mind, Is, in a Land once hostile, still prophan'd By disbelief, and rites un‐orthodox, The object of compassion—­At his side, Lighter of heart than these, but heavier far Than he was wont, another victim comes, An Abbé­—who with less contracted brow Still smiles and flatters, and still talks of Hope; Which, sanguine as he is, he does not feel, And so he cheats the sad and weighty pressure Of evils present;­­Still, as Men misled By early prejudice (so hard to break), I mourn