Spreading his Soul upon the Wings of Night,
And seeking peace by giving Themes of pain
To the rude Air:
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"Come, all ye little Ills,
Contempt, and poverty, and pale Disease
With Dewy Front, and Envy-struck applause
That sickens on the World, and all of Care
That shed your daily Drops of bitter Dew
Upon the Brow of mortal Man, here strike,