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On a Foreigner's losing a considerable Sum of Money at a Gaming-table with a Sharper.
Hail, fam'd Britannia! hospitable land!Justly by Nature destin'd to command,
Not merely kingdoms (these are trivial parts
Of thy immense domain) but human hearts:
Thy son my boundless thanks shall ever win,
I was a stranger, and he took me in.
| Original poems on several subjects | |