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CRABBE, George

The Parish Register


Is there a place, save one the poet sees,

A land of love, of liberty, and ease;

Where labour wearies not, nor cares suppress

Th’ eternal flow of rustic happiness;

Where no proud mansion frowns in awful state,

Or keeps the sunshine from the cottage-gate;

Where young and old, intent on pleasure, throng,

And half man’s life is holiday and song?

Vain search for scenes like these! no view appears,

By sighs unruffled or unstain’d by tears;

Since vice the world subdued and waters drown’d,

Auburn and Eden can no more be found.