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SONNET II.
Content is happiness, the sages say,
Yet, such as the poor shipwreck'd sailors taste,
Who all night brav'd the waves, at dawn of day
Find themselves landed on a barren waste,
And thankful they have 'scap'd, the danger o'er,
Dream not 'twill be their fate to starve on shore.
Yet, such as the poor shipwreck'd sailors taste,
Who all night brav'd the waves, at dawn of day
Find themselves landed on a barren waste,
And thankful they have 'scap'd, the danger o'er,
Dream not 'twill be their fate to starve on shore.
So when we hear life's tempest round us beat,
Ambition, Envy, Pride and Jealousy,
The mind desires to find some lone retreat,
Safe from the beating of the boisterous sea;
Nor thinks within th' apparent calm abode,
What silent misery may the heart corrode.
Ambition, Envy, Pride and Jealousy,
The mind desires to find some lone retreat,
Safe from the beating of the boisterous sea;
Nor thinks within th' apparent calm abode,
What silent misery may the heart corrode.
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