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141 There do I find a never-failing store

Of personal themes, and such as I love best;

Matter wherein right voluble I am:

Two will I mention, dearer than the rest;

The gentle Lady, married to the Moor;

And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.

Nor can I not believe but that hereby

Great gains are mine: for thus I live remote

From evil-speaking; rancour, never sought,

Comes to me not; malignant truth, or lie.

Hence have I genial seasons, hence have I

Smooth passions, smooth discourse, and joyous thought:

And thus from day to day my little Boat

Rocks in its harbour, lodging peaceably.

Blessings be with them—and eternal praise,

Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares,

The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs

Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays!

Oh! might my name be numbered among theirs,

Then gladly would I end my mortal days.