Discarded London thou must now forgo
The praises of the great the very few
Amongst the many who delight to prate
To keep the chit chat of the tables round
Alive by nothingness yet talk of taste
Must thou depart so soon to quit
The splendour that thou helped to give
Displaced though friendship, victim to desire
And love of change that treading constant on
The Heel of talent goads it to the fate
Of all that toiled before down thoughts
That trouble but to see the placed unheedfull
Recreant against that wall which echoed oft
That blushed a higher glow ^as truth delights
So feels the breast that fears thy hapless charge
Like the once favourite fallen meet the eye
Of those who knew in thy lost estate
Shut the chil [?] eye, or bid the pliant tongue
Till [?Tell] all the misery thou knows thy self
Was once beloved respected honoured
Held high to make thy fall the greater
Envid[i]ous exultation shake the blast
That bears the bough ...ling[?] from earth
or binding reeds
Alike when Winter undermines the root
And unembraced by earth of leaves told decay
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