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Žiwol můg gest garo tkwaucy.
My life is like a flowery spring
Of calmness, liberty, and peace;
I mount not high on passion's wing,
I sink not deep in recklessness.
And noisy joys, where'er they be,
Have no attractive charms for me.
The marble busts—the statues tall
Of bronze, I envy not—be mine
A simple home, whose snowy wall
The smiling graces may enshrine.
Tho' gold may deck the rich man's roof,
It is not time nor sorrow-proof.
Pomona dwells my cottage near,
And leads sweet Flora in her hand;
My trees the richest offerings bear—
Uncoveted their treasures stand,
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