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Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man	A
Pacing the upland meadow On his brow	B
Sits melancholy mark'd with decent pride	C
As it would fly the busy taunting world	D
And feed upon reflection Sometimes near	E
The foot of an old Tree he takes his seat	F
And with the page of legendary lore	G
Cheats the dull hour while Evening's sober eye	H
Looks tearful as it closes In the dell	I
By the swift brook he loiters sad and mute	J
Save when a struggling sigh half murmur'd steals	K
From his wrung bosom To the rising moon	L
His eye rais'd wistfully expression fraught	M
He pours the cherish'd anguish of his Soul	N
Silent yet eloquent For not a sound	O
That might alarm the night's lone centinel	N
The dull eyed Owl escapes his trembling lip	P
Unapt in supplication He is young	Q
And yet the stamp of thought so tempers youth	R
That all its fires are faded What is He	S
And why when morning sails upon the breeze	T
Fanning the blue hill's summit does he stay	U
Loit'ring and sullen like a Truant boy	V
Beside the woodland glen or stretch'd along	W
On the green slope watch his slow wasting form	X
Reflected trembling on the river's breast	Y
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His garb is coarse and threadbare and his cheek	Z
Is prematurely faded The check'd tear	A2
Dimming his dark eye's lustre seems to say	U
This world is now to me a barren waste	B2
A desart full of weeds and wounding thorns	C2
And I am weary for my journey here	D2
Has been though short but chearless Is it so	E2
Poor Traveller Oh tell me tell me all	N
For I like thee am but a Fugitive	F2
An alien from delight in this dark scene	G2
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And now I mark thy features I behold	H2
The cause of thy complaining Thou art here	D2
A persecuted Exile one whose soul	N
Unbow'd by guilt demands no patronage	I2
From blunted feeling or the frozen hand	J2
Of gilded Ostentation Thou poor PRIEST	K2
Art here a Stranger from thy kindred torn	L2
Thy kindred massacred thy quiet home	M2
The rural palace of some village scant	N2
Shelter'd by vineyards skirted by fair meads	O2
And by the music of a shallow rill	N
Made ever chearful now thou hast exchang'd	P2
For stranger woods and vallies	O2
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What of that	Q2
Here or on torrid desarts o'er the world	D
Of trackless waves or on the frozen cliffs	O2
Of black Siberia thou art not alone	R2
For there on each on all The DEITY	S
Is thy companion still Then exiled MAN	A
Be chearful as the Lark that o'er yon hill	N
In Nature's language wild yet musical	N
Hails the Creator nor thus sullenly	N
Repine that through the day the sunny beam	S2
Of lust'rous fortune gilds the palace roof	T2
While thy short path in this wild labyrinth	U2
Is lost in transient shadow	E2
Who that lives	O2
Hath not his portion of calamity	S
Who that feels can boast a tranquil bosom	V2
The fever throbbing in the Tyrant's veins	O2
In quick strong language tells the daring wretch	W2
That He is mortal like the poorest slave	X2
Who wears his chain yet healthfully suspires	O2
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The sweetest Rose will wither while the storm	X
Passes the mountain thistle The bold Bird	Y2
Whose strong eye braves the ever burning Orb	Z2
Falls like the Summer Fly and has at most	A3
But his allotted sojourn EXILED MAN	A
Be chearful Thou art not a fugitive	F2
All are thy kindred all thy brothers here	D2
The hoping trembling Creatures of one GOD	B3

Mary Darby Robinson

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