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Song. 

 How bleft the man, while circling years 



Their numbers ftill increafe, 

 Who, far from Grandeur's tumult, dwells 



With Innocence and Peace : 

 Whofe days, no envious angry ftrifes— 



Whofe nights, no troubles fill ; 

 But fmoothly rolls the tide of life 



'Mid comforts growing ftill. 



In vain to him, Ambition ftrives, 



And A v' rice hoards in vain ; 

 In vain the fons of Pleafure feek 



That pleafure to obtain. 

 His mind alone, with freedom bleft, 



From baneful paffion's fway, 

 Can tafte the joys thofe paflions feek. 



But feeking, drive away. 



To him, fweet health and competence, 



Alternate toU and eafe— 

 A cheerful friend, and peaceful home, 



Where ail thofe comforts pleafe, 

 Are all he afks of earthly blifs, 



And Change but threats in vain — • 

 He views the future without dread, 



Nor views the paft with pain 



While each around the foclal board 



Now feels the joys we ling ; 

 Let mirth and glee — and friendihip too, 



Their joyous tribute bring, 

 To raife the fong, and make it laft. 



While circling years increafe — 

 " How bleft ilie man who, cheerful, dwells 



" With Innocrnce and Peace." 



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