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An ode to thee, Contentment, next ensues;
Thou art a favourite subject for a muse.
It would be doubtless pleasant, could we find
Where dwells content and with what happy mind,
For many seem like her, and for a while
They speak her Language and assume her smile.
Thou art a favourite subject for a muse.
It would be doubtless pleasant, could we find
Where dwells content and with what happy mind,
For many seem like her, and for a while
They speak her Language and assume her smile.
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