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Let Fortune’s angry tempest blow

LET fortune's angry tempteft blow, We fhrink not from its force ; The fteams of life flill calmly blow And pure their gentle courfe.

For us, my fair, content has wove Each fweet and balmy flow’r; For us fhe tends the blooming grove, And decks the rural bower-