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CCVIII. TRUE HAPPINESS.
If to be cheated of the passing timeWere happiness, we might affirm it lay
In strained delights that vex the serious day
With mirth, until the slow, sad moon doth climb
The heavens outwearied with loud laughter's chime:
But noisy joys are swift to pass away:
True happiness is queen of wider sway,
Sitting upon a stedfast throne sublime;
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From poring into heavenly mysteries
Through quiet hours of contemplation
Within a world of virtuous energies
Lighted by God himself as moon and sun—
Accordant link of both Eternities.
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