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Peace dwells in my roof that is low, To give up to pride her fair room,
No envy, no hatred, no malice fhall grow, While love, truth, and eafe are in bloom.
Of health, nor of ftate do I dream,
So fweet is my deep till I rife, Dick whittles to plough with his team,
And I to my herds with fr efli joys.
I fmile at my country's increafe, In commerce, religion, and laws,
My head and my -heart, O my heart is for fuch, A Briton whom liberty, liberty warms.
See Britain's flag ftreaming with filks, Difplay glory that we all may be iree,
May liberty ne'er want a Wilkes, Nor Wilkes ne'er want liberty.
��THE GQDDESS OF THE CHACE,
LIVE round the word, difmount, difmount,
While eciio'd-by the fprightly horn, The toils and pieafures we recount, Of this fweet health infpiring morn.
J Twas glorious fport none e'er did lag, Nor drew amifs, nor made a fland,
But all as firmly kept their pace, As had Afteon been the flag,
And we had hunted by command, Of the goddefs of the chace,
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