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But chiefly you imprest my opening mind,
Form'd like your God! benevolent and kind;
His precepts, and your actions were the same,
And what your Soul conceived, your faithful lips proclaim.
Won by my artless Son your partial hand
Sustained poor Klybert in a stranger Land;
Oh! in a land where gold alone has sway,
And Europes Sons their dreadful powers display..
Where shameful pleasures wait in murders train
And cruelty and foul injustice reign.
And that they call Refinement! barbarous art
To hide the vengeful purpose of the heart;
First fiercely causing, to insult distress,
And give a loose to Passions worst excess.
Were these my Brothers? no my heart disdain'd
To find alliance here, the Coast regain'd
Your [?] Friendship there assistance lent,
By you protected o'er the Seas I went.

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