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Forc'd froin their homes, a melancholy train,
E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centers in the mind. Why have I stray'd from pleasure and repose, To seek a good each government bestows? In ev'ry government, though terrors reign, Though tyrant kings or tyrant laws restrain, How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure !
Still to ourselves in ev'ry place consign'd,