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Reclin'd in playful indolence, sends off The chalky ball, quick bounding far below; While, half forgetful of his simple task, Hardly his length'ning shadow, or the bells' Slow tinkling of his flock, that supping tend To the brown fallows in the vale beneath, Where nightly it is folded, from his sport Recal the happy idler.­—While I gaze On his gay vacant countenance, my thoughts Compare with his obscure, laborious lot, Thine, most unfortunate, imperial Boy! Who round thy sullen prison daily hear'st The savage howl of Murder, as it seeks Thy unoffending life: while sad within Thy wretched Mother, petrified with grief, Views thee with stony eyes, and cannot weep!­—