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Each rock repeats the unharmonious woe, 

 Through echoing woods the chorused squealings 



grow, 



Startle the wond ring birds, in farthest glades, 

 And drive fair Dryads into deeper shades. 

 For thee, the finny people meet their doom, 

 By cruel barb dragged from their watery home- 

 Ensnared by thee, they seize the fancied prey, 

 Then, gasping, wondering, pant their life away. 

 For thee, each cackling mother mourns her young, 

 When Biddy seeks a victim them among. 

 For thee, each gobbler mourns his slaughtered 



mate, 



And patient ox, resistless, meets his fate. 

 Lo ! where, in massive strength revealed, 

 Mild eyed, the gentle giant of the field ! 

 Laborious servant of the exacting soil, 

 Kind in his strength, and unreserved in toil, 

 Calmly contemplative, complacent chews 

 Th* redoubled herb, and simple thought pursues ; 

 Musing on clovered meads, or sparkling rills 

 That danced through verdure down his native hills. 

 When all unchecked he ruled his little dames 

 Browsed o er the plains and frolicked in the streams. 

 When doomed for thee, full on his hairy brow 



