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Though sternly bent by toil and care,
The brow hang darkly o'er his eye—
His features the fix'd meaning wear
Of one who knows not how to sigh.

It is not apathy that reigns,
O'erweening arrogance or pride,
For, in his warmly-flowing veins,
The genial feelings all reside.

It is the breast-plate fortitude
Should still to injury oppose;
It is the shield with power indu'd,
To blunt the malice of his foes.

And should the savage country round,
A more engaging aspect show,
O Conway! it will then be found,
How sweet and clear thy waters flow