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Come, Peace of Mind, delightful guest, Return and make thy downy nest Once more in this sad heart! Nor riches I, nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view; We therefore need not part.

Where wilt thou dwell if not with me. From avarice and ambition free And pleasure's fatal wiles? For whom, alas! dost thou prepare, The sweets which I was wont to share The banquet of thy smiles. Rh