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ODE TO CONTENTMENT.

Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine musas
Ducit, & immemores non sinit esse sui.

Divine Contentment! Cottage-born,
Do thou inspire my easy lay;
Let no vain wish, no thought forlorn,
Disturb the calm, the peaceful Day.
Forget'st thou when we wander'd o'er
The sylvan Bela's sedgy shore,
Or rang'd the woodland wilds along?

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How oft on Herclay's mountains high,
We've met the morning's purple eye,
Delay'd by many a Song.
From these delights by Fortune led,
To busy Life and Crowds confin'd;
At once each golden pleasure fled;
For Thou, lov'd Nymph, was left behind.
Yet cou'd these Eyes once more survey
Thy comely Form in mantle grey,
Thy polish'd brow, thy peaceful eye;
With Thee, where e'er Thou deign'st to dwell,
In Village-Cot, or Hermit's Cell,
With Thee I'd live and die.
Ah where is now each Image gay,
The Hand of Fairy Fancy wove,
Of painted Springs, Elysian day,
The sparkling Rill, the bloomy Grove?

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Cease, cruel Mem'ry! think no more
Of Scenes, which lost I now deplore,
Abandon'd wild to care and woe;
With loss of Eden's peaceful side,
Eternal Grief and Pain betide
The vain Desire to know!