Stanzas - Part 13

O all things wild and shapen by the hand
Of real rude Nature in her roughest mood,
Such as the Lord of Nature did command
That ye should be and then pronounc'd you good,
Tho' rich, yet plain as is your simple shew
Let my loose-warbled strains and artless numbers flow!
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