 | Familiar letters and poems on several occasions |  |
An EXTEMPORE THOUGHT.
What's a dull insipid Life,Or one perplex'd with Care and Strife?
Always blithe, serene and gay,
Wou'd I wear my Hours away:
Never stormy, never sad,
Easy, innocent and glad;
Pleas'd with what the Heav'ns ordain,
Free from Sickness, Care, and Pain:
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Careless to Day what haps To-morrow.
| Familiar letters and poems on several occasions | |