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THE GENTLEMAN FARMER	A
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Gwyn was a farmer whom the farmers all	B
Who dwelt around 'the Gentleman' would call	B
Whether in pure humility or pride	C
They only knew and they would not decide	C
Far different he from that dull plodding tribe	D
Whom it was his amusement to describe	D
Creatures no more enliven'd than a clod	C
But treading still as their dull fathers trod	C
Who lived in times when not a man had seen	E
Corn sown by drill or thresh'd by a machine	E
He was of those whose skill assigns the prize	F
For creatures fed in pens and stalls and sties	F
And who in places where improvers meet	C
To fill the land with fatness had a seat	C
Who in large mansions live like petty kings	F
And speak of farms but as amusing things	F
Who plans encourage and who journals keep	G
And talk with lords about a breed of sheep	G
Two are the species in this genus known	H
One who is rich in his profession grown	H
Who yearly finds his ample stores increase	F
From fortune's favours and a favouring lease	F
Who rides his hunter who his house adorns	F
Who drinks his wine and his disbursements scorns	F
Who freely lives and loves to show he can	I
This is the Farmer made the Gentleman	J
The second species from the world is sent	C
Tired with its strife or with his wealth content	C
In books and men beyond the former read	C
To farming solely by a passion led	C
Or by a fashion curious in his land	C
Now planning much now changing what he plann'd	C
Pleased by each trial not by failures vex'd	C
And ever certain to succeed the next	C
Quick to resolve and easy to persuade	C
This is the Gentleman a farmer made	C
Gwyn was of these he from the world withdrew	K
Early in life his reasons known to few	K
Some disappointments said some pure good sense	F
The love of land the press of indolence	F
His fortune known and coming to retire	L
If not a Farmer men had call'd him 'Squire	L
Forty and five his years no child or wife	M
Cross'd the still tenour of his chosen life	M
Much land he purchased planted far around	C
And let some portions of superfluous ground	C
To farmers near him not displeased to say	F
'My tenants ' nor 'our worthy landlord ' they	F
Fix'd in his farm he soon display'd his skill	N
In small boned lambs the horse hoe and the drill	N
From these he rose to themes of nobler kind	C
And show'd the riches of a fertile mind	C
To all around their visits he repaid	C
And thus his mansion and himself display'd	C
His rooms were stately rather fine than neat	C
And guests politely call'd his house a Seat	C
At much expense was each apartment graced	C
His taste was gorgeous but it still was taste	C
In full festoons the crimson curtains fell	O
The sofas rose in bold elastic swell	O
Mirrors in gilded frames display'd the tints	F
Of glowing carpets and of colour'd prints	F
The weary eye saw every object shine	P
And all was costly fanciful and fine	P
As with his friends he pass'd the social hours	F
His generous spirit scorn'd to hide its powers	F
Powers unexpected for his eye and air	L
Gave no sure signs that eloquence was there	L
Oft he began with sudden fire and force	F
As loth to lose occasion for discourse	F
Some 'tis observed who feel a wish to speak	Q
Will a due place for introduction seek	Q
On to their purpose step by step they steal	R
And all their way by certain signals feel	R
Others plunge in at once and never heed	C
Whose turn they take whose purpose they impede	C
Resolved to shine they hasten to begin	S
Of ending thoughtless and of these was Gwyn	S
And thus he spake	T
'It grieves me to the soul	U
To see how man submits to man's control	U
How overpower'd and shackled minds are led	C
In vulgar tracks and to submission bred	C
The coward never on himself relies	F
But to an equal for assistance flies	F
Man yields to custom as he bows to fate	C
In all things ruled mind body and estate	C
In pain in sickness we for cure apply	V
To them we know not and we know not why	V
But that the creature has some jargon read	C
And got some Scotchman's system in his head	C
Some grave impostor who will health ensure	L
Long as your patience or your wealth endure	L
But mark them well the pale and sickly crew	L
They have not health and can they give it you	L
These solemn cheats their various methods choose	F
A system fires them as a bard his muse	F
Hence wordy wars arise the learn'd divide	C
And groaning patients curse each erring guide	C
'Next our affairs are govern'd buy or sell	O
Upon the deed the law must fix its spell	O
Whether we hire or let we must have still	N
The dubious aid of an attorney's skill	N
They take a part in every man's affairs	F
And in all business some concern is theirs	F
Because mankind in ways prescribed are found	C
Like flocks that follow on a beaten ground	C
Each abject nature in the way proceeds	F
That now to shearing now to slaughter leads	F
Should you offend though meaning no offence	F
You have no safety in your innocence	F
The statute broken then is placed in view	L
And men must pay for crimes they never knew	L
Who would by law regain his plunder'd store	L
Would pick up fallen merc'ry from the floor	L
If he pursue it here and there it slides	F
He would collect it but it more divides	F
This part and this he stops but still in vain	W
It slips aside and breaks in parts again	X
Till after time and pains and care and cost	C
He finds his labour and his object lost	C
But most it grieves me friends alone are round	C
To see a man in priestly fetters bound	C
Guides to the soul these friends of Heaven	J
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contrive	Y
Long as man lives to keep his fears alive	Y
Soon as an infant breathes their rites begin	S
Who knows not sinning must be freed from sin	S
Who needs no bond must yet engage in vows	F
Who has no judgment must a creed espouse	F
Advanced in life our boys are bound by rules	F
Are catechised in churches cloisters schools	F
And train'd in thraldom to be fit for tools	F
The youth grown up he now a partner needs	F
And lo a priest as soon as he succeeds	F
What man of sense can marriage rites approve	Z
What man of spirit can be bound to love	A2
Forced to be kind compell'd to be sincere	L
Do chains and fetters make companions dear	L
Pris'ners indeed we bind but though the bond	C
May keep them safe it does not make them fond	C
The ring the vow the witness licence prayers	F
All parties known made public all affairs	F
Such forms men suffer and from these they date	C
A deed of love begun with all they hate	C
Absurd that none the beaten road should shun	J
But love to do what other dupes have done	J
'Well now your priest has made you one of	A2
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twain	W
Look you for rest Alas you look in vain	W
If sick he comes you cannot die in peace	F
Till he attends to witness your release	F
To vex your soul and urge you to confess	F
The sins you feel remember or can guess	F
Nay when departed to your grave he goes	F
But there indeed he hurts not your repose	F
'Such are our burthens part we must sustain	W
But need not link new grievance to the chain	W
Yet men like idiots will their frames surround	C
With these vile shackles nor confess they're	L
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bound	C
In all that most confines them they confide	C
Their slavery boast and make their bonds their	L
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pride	C
E'en as the pressure galls them they declare	L
Good souls how happy and how free they are	L
As madmen pointing round their wretched cells	F
Cry 'Lo the palace where our honour dwells '	-
'Such is our state but I resolve to live	Y
By rules my reason and my feelings give	B2
No legal guards shall keep enthrall'd my mind	C
No Slaves command me and no teachers blind	C
Tempted by sins let me their strength defy	V
But have no second in a surplice by	V
No bottle holder with officious aid	C
To comfort conscience weaken'd and afraid	C
Then if I yield my frailty is not known	H
And if I stand the glory is my own	H
'When Truth and Reason are our friends we seem	C2
Alive awake the superstitious dream	C2
Oh then fair truth for thee alone I seek	Q
Friend to the wise supporter of the weak	Q
From thee we learn whate'er is right and just	C
Forms to despise professions to distrust	C
Creeds to reject pretensions to deride	C
And following thee to follow none beside '	-
Su	L

George Crabbe

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