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...hunger led , At proud mens doors they ask a little bread ! AH , no. To diftant climes , a dreary fcene , Where half the convex world intrudes between , Through torrid tracts with fainting fteps they go , Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe. Far diflTrent there from all that charm'd before,...

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...thine, fweet Auburn — thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they afk a little bread ! Ah ! no. To dittant climes, a dreary fcene, Where half the convex world intrudes...

...Do thine, fweet AUBURK, thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they afk a little bread ! 340 Ah, no. To diftant climes, a dreary fcene, When half the convex world intrudes...

...brown. Do thine, fweetAuburn,thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Kv'n now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led. At proud men's doors they aik a little bread ! Ah, no ! to diflant climes, a dreary fcenc, Where half the convex world intrudes...