HYMN to CONTENT.
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There Health, thro' whoſe calm boſom glide
The temperate joys in even tide,
That rarely ebb or flow;
And Patience there, thy ſiſter meek,
Preſents her mild, unvarying cheek
To meet the offer'd blow.
Her influence taught the Phrygian ſage
A tyrant maſter's wanton rage
With ſettled ſmiles to meet:
Inur'd to toil and bitter bread
He bow'd his meek ſubmitted head,
And kiſs'd thy fainted feet.
But thou, oh Nymph retir'd and coy!
In what brown hamlet doſt thou joy
To tell thy tender tale;
The lowlieſt children of the ground,
Moſs
