72 THE POEMS OP ANNE �Give me there (since Heaven has shown �It was not Good to be alone) �A Partner suited to my Mind, �Solitary, pleas' d and kind; �Who, partially, may something see �Preferr'd to all the World in me ; �Slighting, by my humble Side, 110 �Fame and Splendor, Wealth and Pride. �When but Two the Earth possest, 'Twas their happiest Days, and best ; �They by Bus'ness, nor by Wars, �They by no Domestick Cares, �From each other e'er were drawn, �But in some Grove, or flow'ry Lawn, �Spent the swiftly flying Time, �Spent their own, and Nature's Prime, �In Love ; that only Passion given 120 �To perfect Man, whilst Friends with Heaven. �Rage, and Jealousie, and Hate, �Transports of his fallen State, (When by Satan's Wiles betray'd) �Fly those Windings, and that Shade! �Thus from Crouds, and Noise remov'd, Let each Moment be improv'd; Every Object still produce, Thoughts of Pleasure, and of Use: When some River slides away, 130 �To encrease the boundless Sea; Think we then, how Time do's haste, To grow Eternity at last, By the Willows, on the Banks, Gather'd into social Ranks, Playing with the gentle Winds, ��� �
