THE TRAVELLER.
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That, like the circle bounding earth and skies,Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies;My fortune leads to traverse realms alone,And find no spot of all the world my own.
Even now, where Alpine solitudes ascend,I sit me down a pensive hour to spend;And, plac'd on high above the storm's career,Look downward where an hundred realms appear;Lakes, forests, cities, plains extended wide,The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.
When thus Creation's charms around combine,Amidst the store, 'twere thankless to repine.'Twere affectation all, and school-taught pride,To spurn the splendid things by heaven supply'd.Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can,These little things are great to little man;And wiser he, whose sympathetic mindExults in all the good of all mankind.Ye glittering towns, with wealth and splendour crown'd,Ye fields, where summer spreads profusion round,
Ye
