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 .M$CF. LLAI OU POEMS. All that the noisy tongue of Fame, In men's ears, can most proclaim; All that heaV'n and iarth ca yield,. Boundless plain, and smiling field, Fruitful meadows; where at will Feed the flocks more fruitful still; If, 'midst all that these impart, Sad and lonely, sigh the heart? Happier they, who tho' they be. Poor, yet feel not poverty, Rich ampty in themselves alonel And all they have indeed their own; Whose guileless pleasures none reprove,, Whom grandeur ne'er forbids to love. O IAfe's sweet reidity  ' Which knows'noti before death, to did,' (The living death'that Woe.endures,) ' Oh, might I change my lot with your !' For, ah my simple heart, to me Nature is true luxury! More dear to me yon purple heath,' Than Splendor's gayeat, richest wreath; .- More sweet the breeze, that sweepl th6'broom.., Than all Arabia's soft perfume; More fair, the dew-drop, o is stemi; Than bright Golconda's. diamon4 gems ......... Google

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