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AIR XII.

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Tune, “Twang-dillo dee.”

Justice.
But we to Nature who adhere, nor farther bliss require,
To lop the root of all our care, we lop each vain desire.

II

We ask no Cynic law, nor saw, nor scrolls of bearded men;
For Nature's the most learned book that Innocence can ken.

III

To baffle want, and sweeten toil, from debt and danger free;
We learn instruction from the Ant, and the industrious Bee.

IV

From Dogs we learn unfailing faith, affection from the Dove;
And from the Hen, who guards her Chick, a Parent's circling love.

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And last, we, to all bounteous Heaven, our daily tribute yield;
Taught by the fragrant incense breath'd from every grateful field.