On Eliza's Design'd Voyage to Spain
To Spain ! forbid it, heav'n ! oh, think no more,
To bless, profusely, that abounding shore!
It can, to souls, like thine , no pleasure yield,
To waste manure, on the too fertile field:
Our beggar'd soil, at home, alone, shou'd share,
The gen'rous influence of E LIZA 's care!
Since Spain , high-treasur'd, grasps the golden west ,
Oh! let thy Indies , be, by us, possest!
To bless, profusely, that abounding shore!
It can, to souls, like thine , no pleasure yield,
To waste manure, on the too fertile field:
Our beggar'd soil, at home, alone, shou'd share,
The gen'rous influence of E LIZA 's care!
Since Spain , high-treasur'd, grasps the golden west ,
Oh! let thy Indies , be, by us, possest!
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