Written in the First Blank Leaf of the "Celtic Remains of the Rev. E. Davies"

T HE Sage whose hand this volume wrote
Had no proud quarters in his coat:
From peasants he deriv'd his birth,
But sprung to light on British earth;
No heir-loom was to him consign'd,
But a well-born unspotted mind —
A talent that his Nature lov'd,
And Fortune's ripening sun improv'd.
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