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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), January 1836, Edition 1 of 1, Page 13

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      Then his pale eyes , bo bluely dull , Grow darkly blue with light , And his lips redden like the bloom O'er miles of mountain bright . The little lowly maideu-hair Turns up it ' s happy face ,

      And saith unto the poor man ' s heart , 44 Thou'rt welcome to this place . " The infant river leapeth free , Amid the brachen tall , And cries , " for ever there is one Who reigneth over all : And unto him , as unto me ,

      Thou ' rt welcome to partake His gift of light , his gilt of air , O ' er mountain , glen , and lake . Our father loves us , want-worn man

      And know thou this from me—The Pride that makes thy pain his couch , May wake , to envy thee . Hard , hard to bear , are want and toil , As thy worn features tell ; But wealth is armed with fortitude , And bears thy sufferings well . "

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      Nor ale-house scores , nor ale-house broils , Turn my good woman pale ; For in my pantry I ' ve a keg Of home-brewed ale . The Devil keeps a newspaper Where tavern rangers rail , Because it tempts his doomed and lost To drink bad ale .

      But I read news at second Viand , Nor find it flat and stale , While Hume ' s or Hindley ' s health I drink In home brewed ale . My boys and girls delight to see My friends and me regale , While Nancy , curtsying , deigns to sip Our home-brewed ale .

      And when the widowed pauper comes To tell her monthly tale , I sometimes cheer her with a drop Of home-brewed ale . It tells her heart of better days , Ere she grew thin and pale , When James , before the banker failed , Drank' home-brewed ale .

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      Songs far the Bees . 1 &

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1836, page 13, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2653/page/13/