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⟨In⟩ ev'ry ſettling feature of his face,
when from his veſt the young companion bore
⟨That⟩ cup the gen'rous landlord own'd before,
⟨And⟩ paid profuſely with the precious bowl
⟨The⟩ ſtinted kindneſs of this churliſh ſoul!
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly,
⟨The⟩ ſun emerging opes an azure ſky;
⟨A⟩ freſher green the ſmelling leaves diſplay,
⟨And⟩ glitt'ring as they tremble, chear the day ;
⟨The⟩ weather courts them from the retreat,
⟨And⟩ the glad maſter bolts the wary gate.
While hence they walk, the pilgrim's boſom wrought
With all the travail of uncertain thought.
His partner's acts without their cauſe appear;
Twas there a vice, and ſeem'd a madneſs here:
Deteſting that, and pitying this, he goes,
Loſt and confounded with the various ſhows.
| Now night's dim fhades again involve the ſky | 
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| Again the wand'rers want a place to lie, | 
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| Again they ſearch, and find a lodging nigh; | 
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The ſoil improv'd around, the manſion neat,
And neither poorly low, nor idly great:
⟨It⟩ ſeem'd to ſpeak its maſter's turn of mind;
