How God compassionates Mankind, thy muse, my friend, rehearses--
Compassion for the sins of Man!--What comfort for thy verses!

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SCIENCE

To some she is the Goddess great, to some the milch-cow of the field;
Their care is but to calculate--what butter she will yield.

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KANT AND HIS COMMENTATORS

How many starvelings one rich man can nourish!
When monarchs build, the rubbish-carriers flourish.

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THE MAIDEN FROM AFAR (1796)

Within a vale, each infant year,
When earliest larks first carol free,
To humble shepherds doth appear
A wondrous maiden, fair to see.
Not born within that lowly place--
From whence she wander'd, none could tell;