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To my Soul.
I
Far from mankind, my weary soul retire,Still follow truth, contentment still desire.
Who climbs on high, at best his weakness shows,
Who rouls in riches, all to fortune owes.
Read well thy self, and mark thy early ways,
Vain is the muse, and envy waits on praise.
II
Wav'ring as winds the breath of fortune blows,No pow'r can turn it, and no pray'rs compose.
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Repose and ease and contemplation dwell.
Let conscience guide thee in the days of need;
Judge well thy own, and then thy neighbour's deed.
III
What Heav'n bestows with thankful eyes receive;First ask thy heart, and then thro' faith believe.
Slowly we wander o'er a toilsome way,
Shadows of life, and pilgrims of a day.
“Who wrestles in this world, receives a fall;
“Look up on high, and thank thy God for all!
FINIS.
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