ith his eagle eyes,
seeks s her coy abode.
thy sons, edina, social, kind,
with open arms the stranger hail;
their views enrg'd, their liberal mind,
above the narrow, rural vale:
atteill to sorrow's wail,
or modest merit's silent cim;
and never may their sources fail!
and never envy blot their name!
thy daughters bright thy walks adorn,
gay as the gilded summer sky,
sweet as the dewy, milk-white thorn,
dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy!
fair burrikes th' ad eye,
heaven's beauties on my fancy shine;
i see the sire
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