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The Hermit.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The Hermit.

I

Away from me ye fulsome Joys, away,
Make to some outward World, I say,
I'm cloy'd, I'll see your Face no more,
You're Idols all, your Cheats I'll ne'er adore.

II

I'm now so well acquainted with you all,
I'll never listen to your Call;
I'll like Vlysses stop mine Ears,
And never hear the Syren's Charming Pray'rs.

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III

My eager Spirit longs to disengage
Her Powers from this worldly Cage,
I'll for no Heav'nly Convoy stay,
But fly and hasten on the Wings of Day.

IV

No blest Contentment can with-hold my Mind,
Eden it self is less refin'd,
Were all the Universe my Seat,
'Twould never please me, tho'it made me great.

V

To some dark silent Vault I will repair,
Black as these Thoughts and Sorrows are,
Where Monarchs are in Peace laid down,
Conquer'd by Burthens that attend a Crown.

VI

Here Hell it self shall not my Soul molest,
Nor fill with anxious Cares my Breast,
From Noise and Trouble here I'll cease,
And keep one Sabbath of Eternal peace.