Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, <br />Now again reduced to tillage; <br />Once happiest village of the plain, <br />Place now you look for it in vain; <br />There but one man he doth make rich, <br />And hundreds struggle in the ditch; <br /> <br />"Ill fare the land to many ills a prey <br />Where wealth accumelates but men decay." <br />His honest Vicar of Wakefield <br />Forever he will pleasure yield.<br /><br />James McIntyre<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/irish-poets-oliver-goldsmith/
