Cave of Poverty, The - Part 102

Thro' Thee, we taste the Sweets of early Morn;
Thro' Thee, with honest Labour, Health invite;
Thro' Thee, the Monarch's Board and Pastime scorn;
Content with homely Plenty, calm Delight:
No Danger from Envenom'd Cups we fear,
Nor cherish Surfeits with too wanton Chear.
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