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Ned Farmer's Scrap Book.
Grant these, and a fig for the town and its joys,
Its constant excitement and riot!
Far more country places and customs I prize;
Give me their pursuits and their quiet!
Go! Luxury, far from my humble abode;
Content! deign to enter my door;
Pride take back thy soul-killing heart-breaking load,
I am free! and I'll bear it no more!
Sweet Peace! with thy presence enlighten my cot;
Blessed Health! make my chamber thy home,
Mild Happiness! come and complete my proud lot,
Then never again will I roam.
Unruffled and calm will I thus end my days,
Till my head is laid under the sod,
My parting hour gilded by Hope's gentle rays,
In the goodness and mercy of God!
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