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, lasting peace of mind! Sweet delight of human-kind! Heavenly-born, and bred on high, To crown the favourites of the sky With more of happiness below, Than victors in a triumph know! Whither, O whither art thou fled, To lay thy meek, contented head; What happy region dost thou please To make the seat of calms and ease!

Ambition searches all its sphere Of pomp and state, to meet thee there. Encreasing Avarice would find Thy presence in its gold enshrin'd. The bold adventurer ploughs his way, Through rocks amidst the foaming sea, To gain thy love; and then perceives Thou wert not in the rocks and waves. The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks, as I have vainly done, Amusing thought; but learns to know Rh