For talking age and whispering lovers made.
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Ill fares the land to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay,
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade,
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
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And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
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A youth of labor with an age of ease.
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While resignation gently slopes the way—
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past!