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  Dear to me was the wild-thorny Hill,

    And dear the brown Heath's sober scene;

  And Youth shall find Happiness still,

    Tho' he roves not on Common or Green:

  Tho' the pressure of Wealth's lordly hand

    Shall give Emulation no scope,

  And tho' all the' appropriate Land

    Shall leave Indigence nothing to hope.

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  So happily flexile Man's make.

    So pliantly docile his mind,

  Surrounding impressions we take,

    And bliss in each circumstance find.

  The Youths of a more polish'd Age

    Shall not wish these rude Commons to see;

  To the Bird that's inur'd to the Cage,

    It would not be Bills to be free.

 THE CULPRIT. 

  "Man hard of heart to Man! ... of horrid things

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