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“But soft, my friend! tho' shrubs and bow'rs remain
The fix'd productions of th' unconscious plain;
Though these no gentle sympathies can know,
But as the planter bends them learn to grow;

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To higher parts as nature lifts her plan,
The kinder creatures, haply, feel for man;
The tame domestics, which attend his board,
Haply partake the fortune of their lord,
His presence hail, his absence long deplore,
Droop as he droops, and die when he's no more