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"'Tis good the fainting soul to cheer, To see the famish'd stranger fed; To milk for him the Mother-Deer, To smooth for him the furry bed. The Powers above, our Lapland bless. With good no other people know; T' enlarge the joys that we possess, By feeling those that we bestow!"
Thus in extremes of cold and heat, Where wandering Man may trace his kind;Wherever Grief and Want retreat, In Woman they compassion find; She makes the female breast her seat, And dictates mercy to the mind. Man may the sterner virtues know, Determin'd justice, truth severe; But female hearts with pity glow, And Woman holds affliction dear; For guiltless woes her sorrows flow, And suffering vice compels her tear; 'Tis her's to soothe the ills below, And bid life's fairer views appear; To Woman's gentle kind we owe, What comforts and delights us here; They its gay hopes on youth bestow, And care they soothe and age they cheer.
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