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Have led their children through the mirthful maze;
And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore,
Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore.

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Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of human kind pass by.

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For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those that think must govern those that toil.

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Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.

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Forced from their homes, a melancholy train.

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THE DESERTED VILLAGE.

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For talking age and whispering lovers made.

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Ill fares the land to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay,
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade,
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed, can never be supplied.

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And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

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A youth of labor with an age of ease.

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While resignation gently slopes the way--
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past!

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And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

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A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.

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Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.

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Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.

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And even his failings leaned to virtue's side.

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Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.

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And fools who came to scoff remained to pray.

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And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.

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Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

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The village master taught his little school.

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Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.

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For even though vanquished, he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thundering sound
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew
That one small head could carry all he knew.

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Contrived a double debt to pay.

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One native charm than all the gloss of art.

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The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.

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Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,