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 of distress, who meet'st the bitter scorn Of fellow-men to happier prospects born, Doomed Art and Nature's various stores to see Flow in full cups of joy—and not for thee; Who seest the rich, to heaven and fate resigned, Bear thy afflictions with a patient mind; Whose bursting heart disdains unjust controul, Who feel'st oppression's iron in thy soul, Who dragg'st the load of faint and feeble years, Whose bread is anguish, and whose water tears; Bear, bear thy wrongs fulfill thy destined hour, Bend thy meek neck beneath the foot of Power; But when thou feel'st the great deliverer nigh, And thy freed spirit mounting seeks the sky,