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What though the rake invert the grace,
For grace and gifts may be abus'd,
Shall gen'rous Patie's chaste embrace,
By virtuous Peggy be refused ?
No ! Heaven has framed the ties of sex.
As loadstone draws the tcmper'd steel,
And heart, and mind, and soul commix.
That only death can burst the seal.
Nor less adorn thy chequer'd brow
Thy hardy sons to temp'rance bred.
If destin'd to the toilsome plough,
Or call'd in glory's path to tread. ^
Thy pale green ash, and broad oak tree.
By Nature's hand promiscuous placed;
The blossom'd willow, where the bee
In early spring finds ber repast.

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