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X. To JAMES WHITE, Esq.
When Luxury hath pass'd it's narrower bounds,And salutary limits, changed we find
The character, and the collective mind
Of states, while ignorance with vice abounds.
Hence, to the distant provinces, retires
From the vile capital, insulted taste;
There real poetry ne'er lights it's fires,
Or genius fashion-tutor'd runs to waste,
Profit it's only aim, or short-lived fame.
The distant provinces, where nature still
Resides, where virtue for protection flies,
Cherish the muse; the bard there takes his quill,
And writes to judgment's unpolluted eyes;
Amid whose sons, White! she inserts thy name.
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