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To CONTENTMENT.
Fount of comfort! heav'nly bright!
Offspring of the realms of light!
Void of thee what's pomp or pow'r?
Phantoms of the faithless hour.
Lo, yon humble swains advance,
Beat the ground in jocund dance!
Hark, the merry milkmaids sing!
All beneath thy gladsome wing.
Offspring of the realms of light!
Void of thee what's pomp or pow'r?
Phantoms of the faithless hour.
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Beat the ground in jocund dance!
Hark, the merry milkmaids sing!
All beneath thy gladsome wing.
From what source art thou our claim?
Grandeur, glory, wealth, or fame?
Can the heroe's conq'ring sword,
Can the treasures misers hoard,
Can the jovial, or the fair,
Kill, or chace intruding care?
No:—Then, in life's giddy round,
Where shall happiness be found?
Wide beams forth th'eternal ray;
All who wou'd be happy, may;
In the cott, or moss-grown cell,
Thou with poverty canst dwell;
And, howe'er we change the name,
Virtue and content's the same.
Grandeur, glory, wealth, or fame?
Can the heroe's conq'ring sword,
Can the treasures misers hoard,
Can the jovial, or the fair,
Kill, or chace intruding care?
No:—Then, in life's giddy round,
Where shall happiness be found?
Wide beams forth th'eternal ray;
All who wou'd be happy, may;
In the cott, or moss-grown cell,
Thou with poverty canst dwell;
And, howe'er we change the name,
Virtue and content's the same.
Poems on Several Occasions | ||