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...damps arife, That ev'n the murd'rer's ignominious fate, Were welcome refuge from his hopelefs ftate : Loft are the hands whofe honeft labour fed His helplefs...day the bufy loom he ply'd, With foft Contentment finging by his fide; 'Till heaven flung out the fignal to deftroy, And dropt its curtain o'er this...