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A WISH
I sigh not for honours to wreathe round my brow,
I sigh not for pleasures to render me gay;
Nor want I ambition to trouble me now,
And sadden the cheer of contentment away.
I sigh not for pleasures to render me gay;
Nor want I ambition to trouble me now,
And sadden the cheer of contentment away.
I ask not for riches superfl'ous and great,
Nor haunt I the pomp of false splendour and pride.
With none of these baubles my real bliss I rate,
Their perilous witch'ry how many have tried!
Nor haunt I the pomp of false splendour and pride.
With none of these baubles my real bliss I rate,
Their perilous witch'ry how many have tried!
But grant me kind Heav'n to rely on thy power,
While the pure flame of virtue shall glow in my breast
When Fortune is smiling, or when she shall lower,
On thee may the hope of my blessedness rest.
While the pure flame of virtue shall glow in my breast
When Fortune is smiling, or when she shall lower,
On thee may the hope of my blessedness rest.
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