Cave of Poverty, The - Part 87

Thro' Thee, neglected Merit hangs his Head,
Conscious of Wrongs, and martyr'd with Disgrace;
Drooping, like forceless Flow'rs when from their Bed
The vig'rous Sun withdraws his warm Embrace:
Or like the tender-hefted Swain, that dyes
Debarr'd the Influence of his Mistress' Eyes.
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