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Grant these, and a fig for the town and its joys, Its constant excitement and riot! Far more country places and customs I prize; Give me their pursuits and their quiet! Go! Luxury, far from my humble abode; Content! deign to enter my door; Pride take back thy soul-killing heart-breaking load, I am free! and I'll bear it no more!

Sweet Peace! with thy presence enlighten my cot; Blessed Health! make my chamber thy home, Mild Happiness! come and complete my proud lot, Then never again will I roam. Unruffled and calm will I thus end my days, Till my head is laid under the sod, My parting hour gilded by Hope's gentle rays, In the goodness and mercy of God!