.M?$CF. LLAI? ?OU? POEMS. All that the noisy tongue of Fame, In men's ears, can most proclaim; All that heaV'n and iarth ca? yield,. Boundless plain, and smiling field, Fruitful meadows; where at will Feed the flocks more fruitful still; If, 'midst all that these impart, Sad and lonely, sigh the heart? Happier they, who? tho' they be. Poor, yet feel not poverty, Rich ampty in themselves alonel And all they have indeed their own; Whose guileless pleasures none reprove,, Whom grandeur ne'er forbids to love. O IAfe's sweet reidity? ? ' Which knows'noti before death, to did,' (The living death'that Woe.endures,) ' Oh, might I change my lot with your? !' For, ah my simple heart, to me Nature is true luxury! More dear to me yon purple heath,' Than Splendor's gayeat, richest wreath; .- More sweet the breeze, that sweepl th6'broom.., Than all Arabia's soft perfume; More fair, the dew-drop, o? i?s stemi; Than bright Golconda's. diamon4 gems ......... ?Google
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