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les on fergn, the poet

ill-fated ni! heaven-taught fergn!

what heart that feels and will not yield a tear,

to thk life&039;s sun did set e&039;er well begun

to shed its fence on thy bright career

o why should truest worth and ni pe

beneath the iron grasp of want and woe,

while titled knaves and idiot—greatness she

all the splendour fortune can bestow?