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Here dole we, fweet SIMPLICIY ! the tale, 665 



And with it let us yield to youthful bards 

 That Dorian reed we but awak'd to voice 

 When Fancy prompted, and when Leifure fmil'd ; 

 Hopelefs of general praife, and well repaid, 

 If they of clailic ear, unpall'd by rhyme, 670 



Whom changeful paufe can pleafe, and numbers free, 

 Accept our fong with candour. They perchance, 

 Led by the Mufe to folitude and (hade, 

 May turn that Art we fiug to foothing ufe, 

 At this ill-omen'd hour, when Rapine rides 675 



In titled triumph ; when Corruption waves 

 Her banners broadly in the face of day, 

 And mews th' indignant world the hoft of flaves 

 She turns from Honour's flandard. Patient there, 

 Yet not defponding, (hall the fons of Peace 680 



Await the day, when, fmarting with his wrongs, 

 Old England's Genius wakes ; when with him wakes 

 That plain Integrity, Contempt of gold, 

 Difdain of ilav'ry, liberal Awe of rule, 



F 3 Which 



