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, my father and my friend, Ever thy blessings to me send; Let me have virtue for my guide, And wisdom always at my side; Thus cheerfully thro' life I'll go, Nor ever feel the sting of woe; Contented with the humblest lot, Happy, tho' in the meanest cot. 9.

 

short, sweet flower, have all thy beauties been, An hour they bloom'd, and now no more are seen: So human grandeur fades, so dies away; Beauty and wealth remain but for a day. But virtue lives for ever in the mind, In her alone true happiness we find: The perfume stays, altho' the rose be dead; So virtue lives, when every grace is fled. 