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CONTENTMENT, IN WHAT IT LIES.
How many lovely things have I desired,Which I could not have had, though I had all
The wealth of earth and power Imperial!
The fair maid for my wife, the all-admired,
Who trod the earth as if it was inspired
By her sweet footing, and grew musical!
The voice of power, the poet's pen, to call
Forth feeling, like a fountain, when required!
And yet how little did I truly need
Of all! but 'round me, wiser now, I draw
A circle, beyond which I never tread—
My heart! and there, of all I ever saw
Or heard of Beautiful, I keep indeed
The best part, and the rest nor miss nor heed!
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