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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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