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HUSBANDMAN .

I N cottages and homely cells
True piety neglected dwells,
Till call'd to Heav'n, her native seat,
Where the good man alone is great:
'Tis then this humble dust shall rise,
And view his Judge with joyful eyes,
While haughty tyrants shrink afraid,
And call the mountains to their aid.
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