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 Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day. O may I with myself agree, And never covet what I see; Content me with an humble shade, My passions tam'd, my wishes laid; For while our wishes wildly roll, We banish quiet from the soul; 'Tis thus the busy beat the air, And misers gather wealth and care. Now, ev'n now, my joys run high, As on the mountain-turf I lie; While the wanton Zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings; While the waters murmur deep; While the shepherd charms his sheep; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high. Be full, ye Courts! be great who will; Search for Peace with all your skill: Open wide the lofty door, Seek her on the marble floor: In vain ye search, she is not there; In vain ye search the domes of Care! Grass and flowers Quiet treads, On the meads and mountain-heads, Along with pleasure close ally'd, Ever by each other's side, And often, by the munn'ring rill, Hears the thrush, while all is still, Within the groves of Grongar Hill.