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 MSCEJ, LaqEOUS oEMs. 9.15 THE SAME. H.l. chronicle thy joys; but think, th while, How false and fleeting Pleasure's gayest.smile: Here calendar thy woes  yet kigs the rod, All things are good to those that love their God. As Time is short, it's joys and woes despise,' As Time is short, olv, seize it, as it flies *. SOLITUDE, SOMETIMES, IS. BEST SOCIETY. M//to. Al,ol.--at length done! and nothing now With me but God and Nature !--Far behind Lies the tumultuous city. There rude. Mirth Is dissonant--the drunkenness of Woe-- The laugh of Madness. There sits .squalid Want, Mock'd at by o'erfed Plenty. There the eye Wanders from face to face, and reads in most The man degraded into brute--the grin Of ideot vacancy--the darken'd mien, Tablet to many crimes, or sear'd by them Into a blank, a horrible erasure Of mind and. feeling. Hatred's sullen scowl, ......... Google

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