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ANTISTROPHE.
Oh exercise! thou healing power,The toiling rustic's chiefest dower;
Be thou with parent virtue join'd
To quell the tumults of the mind;
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From ruffian winter, bleakly bare,
As from the pure ætherial blaze
That wantons in the summer rays;
The humble cottage then can bring
Content, the comfort of a king;
And gloomy mortals wish no more
For wealth and idleness to make them poor.
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