Nugae Modernae Morning thoughts, and midnight musings: consisting of casual reflections, egotisms, &c. In prose and verse. By Thomas Park |
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ON QUITTING A COTTAGE RESIDENCE. |
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ON QUITTING A COTTAGE RESIDENCE.
While late we dwelt in lowly cot,
Far from the glare of wealth or state,
Content trac'd out the tranquil spot,
And came with Peace, her rustic mate.
Far from the glare of wealth or state,
Content trac'd out the tranquil spot,
And came with Peace, her rustic mate.
Each morn its fragrance breath'd around,
Each evening brought its bosom sweets:
And though our board did not abound
With costly wines, or dainty meats;
Each evening brought its bosom sweets:
And though our board did not abound
With costly wines, or dainty meats;
Yet Health, with all her train, was there,
Of gladsome heart and smiling brow;
Wealth robb'd our cot of nought but care,
And Pomp of nought but empty show.
Of gladsome heart and smiling brow;
Wealth robb'd our cot of nought but care,
And Pomp of nought but empty show.
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