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That tow'r, which mates the skies, is my retreat;
'Tis there I fix my solitary seat:
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What all th' unthinking many chiefly prize,
Greatness, and pomp, and shew, and public noise.
This, this th' Elysium, which I early chose;
In vain my father did my choice oppose:
From giddy crowds, and youthful gambols free,
Calm I enjoy a golden liberty:
And safe on shore, with pleasure hear from far
The grumbling murmurs of the watry war.
Here paus'd the sweet-tongu'd Syren; and afraid,
Began to wonder, where her thoughts had stray'd.
Her looks the trouble of her mind disclose,
While with new blushes new-born glories rose;
Which still she strove to hide: but he employs
His thoughts on means to meet his coming joys.