Incipit
High o’er the fen the shielding verdure shoots, And hides the marshy rankness at the roots; The passing glance a waving plain beholds, Nor marks the wat’ry waste the green enfolds; Thus pleasing prospects charm the distant eye, But fade and tarnish as the gaze draws nigh; Thus sceptered pomp, magnificently bright, Turns gross and tawdry to the closer sight. Judge not the world by wealth of outward show, But test the firmness of the soil below! This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1931. The longest-living author of this wor …
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