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Book IV.
THE CHACE.
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O Happy! if ye knew your happy State,Ye Rangers of the Fields; whom Nature boon 470Chears with her Smiles, and ev'ry ElementConspires to bless. What, if no Heroes frownFrom marble Pedestals; nor Raphael's Works,Nor Titian's lively Tints, adorn our Walls?Yet these the meanest of us may behold; 475And at another's Cost, may feast at WillOur wond'ring Eyes; what can the Owner more?But vain, alass! is Wealth, not grac'd with Pow'r.The flow'ry Landskip, and the gilded Dome,And Vistas op'ning to the wearied Eye, 480Thro' all his wide Domain; the planted Grove,The shrubby Wilderness, with its gay ChoirOf warbling Birds, can't lull to soft ReposeTh'ambitious Wretch, whose discontented SoulIs harrow'd Day and Night; he mourns, he pines,

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