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And fungous fruits of earth, regales the fenfe
There often wanders one, whom better days Saw better clad, in cloak of fattin trimm'd With lace, and hat with fplendid ribband bound. A ferving-maid was fhe, and fell in love
With one who left her, went to fea and died.
Her fancy followed him through foaming waves
Delusive moft where warmeft wishes are,
The livelong night. A tatter'd apron hides,
More tatter'd ftill; and both but ill conceal
And hoards them in her fleeve; but needful food,
I fee a column of flow-rising smoke O'ertop the lofty wood that skirts the wild. A vagabond and useless tribe there eat Their miferable meal. A kettle flung Between two poles upon a stick transverse, Receives the morfel; flesh obfcene of dog, Or vermin, or at beft, of cock purloin'd From his accuftom'd perch. Hard-faring race! They pick their fuel out of ev'ry hedge, Which kindled with dry leaves, juft faves unquench'd The fpark of life. The sportive wind blows wide Their flutt'ring rags, and fhows a tawny skin, The vellum of the pedigree they claim.
Great skill have they in palmistry, and more
In human mould, fhould brutalize by choice
Such fqualid floth to honorable toil.
Yet even thefe, though feigning fickness oft
Can change their whine into a mirthful note
When fafe occafion offers, and with dance
And mufic of the bladder and the bag
The houseless rovers of the fylvan world;
And breathing wholefume air, and wand'ring much,
Need other phyfic none to heal th' effects
Bleft he, though undistinguish'd from the crowd By wealth or dignity, who dwells fecure Where man, by nature fierce, has laid afide His fierceness, having learnt, though flow to learn, The manners and the arts of civil life. His wants, indeed, are many; but fupply Is obvious; placed within the easy reach Of temp'rate wishes and industrious hands. Here virtue thrives as in her proper foil; Not rude and furly, and befet with thorns, And terrible to fight, as when the fprings, (If e'er fhe spring spontaneous) in remote And barb'rous climes, where violence prevails, And strength is lord of all; but gentle, kind, By culture tam'd, by liberty refresh'd, And all her fruits by radiant truth matur'd. War and the chace engrofs the favage whole,
War follow'd for revenge, or to fupplant
Ev'n the favor'd ifles
Towards th' Antarctic.
Through plenty, lofe in morals, what they gain
These therefore I can pity, placed remote