Irish Poets: Oliver Goldsmith

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Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village,
  Now again reduced to tillage;
  Once happiest village of the plain,
  Place now you look for it in vain;
  There but one man he doth make rich,
  And hundreds struggle in the ditch;

  "Ill fare the land to many ills a prey
  Where wealth accumelates but men decay."
  His honest Vicar of Wakefield
Forever he will pleasure yield.

© James McIntyre