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Rural Felicity: A Poem.
RURAL FELICITY : A POEM .
BY DR . PERFECT . £ i Bene est cui Deus obtuiit , „ . " Parca jitod satis est manu . " HoSo HAPPY the map who leads the rural life
, With face of pleasure owns his happy ftate ; Anuiost to Faftion , Envy , Care , and Strife , Disdains the follies which attend the Great . King of his peaceful realm he lives secure , Calls Independence , Sov ' reign Bliss ! his own ; Scorns the Circean call of Fashion ' s lure , Nor feels the thorny roses of a crowni
With heart estrang'd from pain , unvext he lives s Low in the herbag'd sweet sequestred vale , Amid the joys which calm contentment gives—For . calm contentment loves the cottag'd dale . Expanding there , from worldly tumult free , It gives that wealth which is above all store ; Sweetens the labours of rusticity ,
And fixes life above the tuishfor more . Thankful his food from Nature ' s hand he takeij And toils with patience thro' the busy day ; At his command fair Cultivation wakes , And Plenty calls her Patron to repay . See with what bliss he speculates his kine , In rumination wrapt beneath the shade ;
Detain'd by patient custom , to resign Their milky treasures to the Rustic Maid . Revisits oft the daisy-sprinkled mead , Where stray his fruitful ewes and lambs at large 5 Forgetting not the poultry race to teed , E ' er faithful to lus sw . etly-v ? ried charge . His is one scene of ever-blooming ease
, Blessings on blessings gild his still retreat ; - - Each thought that Innocence can yield to please , And all each kindred virtue ma' . tes complete . Delightful . state , give me one bleating flock—Let me but call one lowing Herd my own , Quick would I fly , ye Pow ' rs ! to shun tiie rock , Where monster Vice erects her ebon throSe . "
The tow'ring Elm should canopy my seat , And guard me from each rude insulting wind ; Salubrious herbs give relish to my meat , And Health from Tcmp ' rance blooming vigour find > I ask no turtle to supply my bo ^ rd , No high-saue'd food in my repast be seen ; Whom Sylvan Fare sufficient taste afford ;
Pure balmy Health enjoys with mind serene . VOL . II . U - ..
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Rural Felicity: A Poem.
RURAL FELICITY : A POEM .
BY DR . PERFECT . £ i Bene est cui Deus obtuiit , „ . " Parca jitod satis est manu . " HoSo HAPPY the map who leads the rural life
, With face of pleasure owns his happy ftate ; Anuiost to Faftion , Envy , Care , and Strife , Disdains the follies which attend the Great . King of his peaceful realm he lives secure , Calls Independence , Sov ' reign Bliss ! his own ; Scorns the Circean call of Fashion ' s lure , Nor feels the thorny roses of a crowni
With heart estrang'd from pain , unvext he lives s Low in the herbag'd sweet sequestred vale , Amid the joys which calm contentment gives—For . calm contentment loves the cottag'd dale . Expanding there , from worldly tumult free , It gives that wealth which is above all store ; Sweetens the labours of rusticity ,
And fixes life above the tuishfor more . Thankful his food from Nature ' s hand he takeij And toils with patience thro' the busy day ; At his command fair Cultivation wakes , And Plenty calls her Patron to repay . See with what bliss he speculates his kine , In rumination wrapt beneath the shade ;
Detain'd by patient custom , to resign Their milky treasures to the Rustic Maid . Revisits oft the daisy-sprinkled mead , Where stray his fruitful ewes and lambs at large 5 Forgetting not the poultry race to teed , E ' er faithful to lus sw . etly-v ? ried charge . His is one scene of ever-blooming ease
, Blessings on blessings gild his still retreat ; - - Each thought that Innocence can yield to please , And all each kindred virtue ma' . tes complete . Delightful . state , give me one bleating flock—Let me but call one lowing Herd my own , Quick would I fly , ye Pow ' rs ! to shun tiie rock , Where monster Vice erects her ebon throSe . "
The tow'ring Elm should canopy my seat , And guard me from each rude insulting wind ; Salubrious herbs give relish to my meat , And Health from Tcmp ' rance blooming vigour find > I ask no turtle to supply my bo ^ rd , No high-saue'd food in my repast be seen ; Whom Sylvan Fare sufficient taste afford ;
Pure balmy Health enjoys with mind serene . VOL . II . U - ..