Milton Abbey.
By John Clare
Here grandeur triumphs at its topmost pitch In gardens, groves, and all that life beguiles; Here want, too, meets a blessing from the rich, And hospitality for ever smiles: Soldier or sailor, from his many toils, Here finds no cause to rail at pomp and pride; He shows his scars, and talks of battle's broils, And wails his poverty, and is supplied. No dogs bark near, the fainting wretch to chide, That bows to misery his aged head, And tells how better luck did once betide, And how he came to beg his crust of bread: Here he but sighs his sorrows and is fed-- Mansion of wealth, by goodness dignified!
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