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Dear charming nymph, neglected and decry'd,
My shame in crowds, my solitary pride;

Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so;
Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel,
Thou nurse of ev'ry virtue, fare thee well;
Farewell! and O! where'er thy voice be try'd,
On Torno's cliffs, or Pambamarca's side,
Whether where equinoctial fervours glow,
Or winter wraps the polar world in snow,
Still let thy voice, prevailing over time,
Redress the rigours of th' inclement clime;
Aid slighted Truth, with thy persuasive train;
Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain;
Teach him, that states of native strength possest,
Though very poor, may still be very blest;

That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay,

As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away;
While self-dependent pow'r can time defy,
As rocks resist the billows and the sky.

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Down where yon Anch'ring vefsel spreads the sail,
That idly waiting flaps with ev'ry gale
Downward they move a melancholy band,-

THE

DESERTED VILLAGE

DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALL RA. ENGRAVED BY JAMES MITAN; PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE, PICCADILLY;

JUNE 1.1816.

THE

HERMIT.

A Ballad.

FIRST PRINTED IN THE YEAR 1765.

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