Was spurn'd as vile, was scorn'd as poor,
Whom every former friend would shun,
And menials drove from every door.
Then those ill-favour'd Ones[28], whom none
But my unhappy eyes could view,
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Led me, with wild emotion, on,
And, with resistless terror, drew.
Through lands we fled, o'er seas we flew,
And halted on a boundless plain;