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On Contentment.
Happy David found thee there , Sporting in the open air , As he led his flocks along , Feeding on his rural song . But when courts and honors had Snatch'd away the lovel y lad , Thou that there no room could ' st find
, Let ' st him go , and stay'dst behind . _ His wise son , with care and pain , Searched ail nature ' s frame in vain ; For a while , most anxious , lie . Search'd it round , but found not thee : Beauty owtvd slie knew thee not
, Plenty had thy name foroot : Music onl y did aver , ? Once you came and danc'd with her . All the world still hunts about , Happy lie who finds thee out ; Some have dream'd thou still dost sit
Circled round with mirth and wit ; In a cloyster or a pew , Others always seek for you ; But their search alike is vain , These morose , and those profane . The mother only , with fond care , her cidd
Hugs ; , and finds thee there : Kisses while asleep it lies , Aw ! upon a feasts her eyes ; 'Till the lutle Banning came Just to lisp it's mother ' s name ; Theu her airy in ,, cs decay Like visionary shades , away .
Q then , Contentment ' Since thy throne dtou dost not place In a palace , on a face ; Since thou , coyly passest b y Pleasure , Riches , Harmony ; Since we cannot find thee out With the witty , or devout ; Since I here of thee despair I ' 11 aim at Heaven and find thee there .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On Contentment.
Happy David found thee there , Sporting in the open air , As he led his flocks along , Feeding on his rural song . But when courts and honors had Snatch'd away the lovel y lad , Thou that there no room could ' st find
, Let ' st him go , and stay'dst behind . _ His wise son , with care and pain , Searched ail nature ' s frame in vain ; For a while , most anxious , lie . Search'd it round , but found not thee : Beauty owtvd slie knew thee not
, Plenty had thy name foroot : Music onl y did aver , ? Once you came and danc'd with her . All the world still hunts about , Happy lie who finds thee out ; Some have dream'd thou still dost sit
Circled round with mirth and wit ; In a cloyster or a pew , Others always seek for you ; But their search alike is vain , These morose , and those profane . The mother only , with fond care , her cidd
Hugs ; , and finds thee there : Kisses while asleep it lies , Aw ! upon a feasts her eyes ; 'Till the lutle Banning came Just to lisp it's mother ' s name ; Theu her airy in ,, cs decay Like visionary shades , away .
Q then , Contentment ' Since thy throne dtou dost not place In a palace , on a face ; Since thou , coyly passest b y Pleasure , Riches , Harmony ; Since we cannot find thee out With the witty , or devout ; Since I here of thee despair I ' 11 aim at Heaven and find thee there .