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In vain you slight the flowery crown,
That fame wreaths round the favour'd head I Whilst laureld victory and renown
Their heroes from thy shades have led; There form’d, from courtly softness free, By rigid virtue and by thee.
By thee were form’d, from cities far,
FABRICIUS just; CAMILLUS wise, Those philosophic sons of war,
That from imperial dignities Returning, plough'd their native plain, And plac'd their laurels in thy fane.
Thrice happy he, on whose calm breast
The smiles of peaceful wisdom play, With all thy sober charms possest,
Whose wishes never learnt to stray. Whom truth, of pleasures pure but grave, And pensive thoughts, froin folly save.
Far from the crowd's low-thoughted strife,
From all that bounds fair freedom's aim, He envies not the pomp of life,
A length of rent-roll, or of name : For safe he views the vale-grown elm, While thunder-sounding storms the mountain
Of censure's frown he feels no dread,
No fear he knows of vulgar eyes, Whose thought to nobler objects led,
Far, far o'er their horizon Aies: With reason's suff'rage at his side, Whose firm heart rests self-satisfied,
And while alternate conquest sways
The northern, or the southern shore, He smiles at Fortune's giddy maze,
And calmly hears the wild storm roar. Ev'n Nature's groans, unmoy'd with fear, And bursting worlds, he'd calmly hear.
Such are the faithful hearts you love,
O FRIENDSHIP fair, immortal maid; The few caprice could never move,
The few whom interest never sway'd; Nor shed unseen, with hate refin'd, The pale cares o'er the gloomy mind.
Soft sleep, that lov'st the peaceful cell,
On these descends thy balmy power ; While no terrific dreams dispel
The slumbers of the sober hour; Which oft, array'd in darkness drear, Wake the wild eye of pride to fear.
Content with all a farm would yield,
Thus Sidon's monarch liv'd unknown, And sigh'd to leave his little field
For the long glories of a throneThere once more happy and more free, Than rank'd with Dino's ancestry.
With these pacific virtues blest,
These charms of philosophic ease, Wrapt in your RICHMOND's tranquil rest.
You pass, dear C—, your useful days, Where THAMES your silent vallies laves, Proud of his yet untainted waves.
Should life's more public scenes engage
Your time that thus consistent flows, And following still these maxims sage
For ever brings the same repose ; Your worth may greater fame procure, But hope not happiness so pure.
Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd,
In Folly's maze advance;
Nor join the giddy dance.
From the gay world we'll oft retire
Where love our hours employs ;
To spoil our heart-felt joys.
If solid happiness we prize,
And they are fools who roam :
And that dear hut, our home.
Of rest was Noah's dove bereft,
That safe retreat, the ark;
Explor’d the sacred bark.
Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle pow'rs,
By sweet experience know,
A paradise below.
Our babes shall richest comforts bring;
Whence pleasures ever rise :
And train them for the skies.
While they our wisest hours engage,
And crown our hoary hairs :
And recompence our cares.