Enriching her favourite Land

  With prospects of beautified ground,

    Where, cinctur'd, the spruce Villas stand;

  On the causeways, that never are foul,

    Marshal'd bands may with measur'd pace tread;

  The soft Car of Voluptuousness roll,

    And the proud Steed of Greatness parade.

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  Those fenc'd ways that so even are made,

    The pedestrian traveler bemoans;

  He no more the green carpet may tread,

    But plod on, 'midst the gravel and stones:

  And if he would rest with his load,

    No green hillock presents him a seat,

  But long, hard, tiresome sameness of road

    Fatigues both the eye and the feet.

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  Sighs speak the poor Labourers' pain,

    While the new mounds and fences they rear,

  Intersecting their dear native plain,

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