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What our sole fountain of distress?
strong passion for this scene;
That trifles make important, things
of mighty moment mean:

When earth's dark maxims poison shed
on our polluted souls,
Our hearts, and interests fly as far
asunder, as the poles;

Like princes in a cottage nurs'd,
unknown their royal race,
With abject aims, and sordid joys,
our grandeur we disgrace;

O! for an Archimedes new,
of moral pow'rs possess'd
The world to move, and quite expel
that traitor from the breast.

No small advantage may be reap'd
from thought whence we descend;
From weighing well, and prizing weigh'd
our origin, and end:

From far above the glorious sun
to this dim scene we came;
And may, if wise, for ever bask
in great Jehovah's beam:

Let