ial joys,
parent, filial, kiies?—
on friend to you and me,
yature's gifts to all are free:
peaceful keep your dimpling wave,
busy feed, or wanton ve;
or, beh the sheltering rock,
bide the surging billow's shock.
scious, blushing for our race,
soon, too soon, your fears i trace,
man, your proud, usurping foe,
would be lord of all below:
plumes himself in freedom's pride,
tyrant stern to all beside.
the eagle, from the cliffy brow,
marking you his prey below,
in his breast no pity dwells,
strong y pels:
but man, to
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