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Waste lands may at Twick'nam be seen,
And Barnes hath its wilderness too:
Where Thames rolls its waters between,
Tall Richmond uprises to view.

Her bridge, from its summit, unfolds
A prospect that loyalty cheers—
Those Commons at distance it holds,
And leans for support on the Piers.
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