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TO MR. BARBAULD.
We'll little care what others do,
And where they go, and what they say
Our bliss, all inward and our own,
Would only tarnished be, by being shown.
The talking restless world shall see,
Spite of the world we'll happy be;
But none shall know
How much we're so,
Save only Love, and we.
