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[Wrong not the labouring poor by whom ye live!]

Wrong not the labouring poor by whom ye live!
Wrong not your humble fellow-worms, ye proud!
For God will not the poor man's wrongs forgive,
But hear his plea, and have his plea allowed.
O be not like the vapours, splendour roll'd,
That, sprung from earth's green breast, usurp the sky,
Then spread around contagion black and cold,
Till all who mourn the dead prepare to die!
No! imitate the bounteous clouds, that rise,
Freighted with bliss, from river, vale, and plain;
The thankful clouds, that beautify the skies,
Then fill the lap of earth with fruit and grain.
Yes! emulate the mountain and the flood,
That trade in blessings with the mighty deep;
Till, sooth'd to peace, and satisfied with good,
Man's heart be happy as a child asleep.