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Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd, The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
In folly's maze advance; Tho' singularity and ride Be call’d our choice, we'll step aside;
Nor join the giddy dance.
From the gay world, we'll oft retire To our own family and fire,
Where love our hours employs No noisy neighbour enters here, No intermeddling stranger near,
To spoil our heart-felt joys.
If solid happiness we prize,
And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow; From our own
own selves our joy's must flow, And that dear hut, our home.
Of rest was Noah's dove bereft,
That safe retreat, the ark;
Explor'd the sacred bark.
Tho' fools-spurn Hymen's gențle pow'rs,
By sweet experience know,
A paradise below.
Our babes 'shall richest comforts bring;
Lool.gi garsi 100 zi obieq 10 We'll form their minds, with studious care,
5:19#cb168 astusid To all that's manly, good, and fair,
And train them for the skies.
While they our wisest hours'engage,
And crown our hoary hairs ;
il And thus our fondest loves repay,
And recompense our cares.
No borrow'd! joys they're all our own,
Or by the world forgot :
We look with pity on the great,
And bless..our humbler lot.
Our portion is not large indeed!
For nature's calls are few :
In this the art of living lies,
And make that little.do.
We'll therefore relish with content, What e'er kind Providence has sent,
Nor aim beyond our pow'r: For, if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudence to enjoy it all,
Nor lose the present bour.
To be resign’d, when ills betide,
And pleas'd with favours giv'n:
Whose fragrance smells to heav'n.
We'll ask no long protracted treat,
But, when our feast is o'er, Grateful from table we'll arise, Nor grudge our sons, with envious eyes,
The relics of our store.
Thus, hand in hand, thro' life we'll go;
With cautious steps we'll tread;