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The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott

Edited by his Son Edwin Elliott ... A New and Revised Edition: Two Volumes

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XLI.

Lo, here comes farmer Nimrod, on his grey!
Eager his victim's well-earn'd hate to brave,
And proud to be a tyrant and a slave,
He damns his feeders twenty times a day:
“What right to think of his concerns have they?”
Well can he bear the trader's land-made cares:
“Happy the poor,” quoth he; “for thrive who may,
A comfortable Workhouse still is theirs.”
Yet swaps he not his happiness for ours!
But in the page that lauds his right to wrong,
Reads weekly, That Trade's gains to him belong;
For what the country grows, the town devours!

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He needs nor towns, nor trade! but traders eat;
And they must pay his price! or he will grow no wheat.”