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Hydrangea. — { Contentment .’ 
To be satisfied with our position in fife, and to conform to the 
circumstances that encompass us, is surely the wisest policy, and the 
surest means to attain happiness. The stanzas below were address¬ 
ed to one who asked the writer if she felt no desire for literary 
distinction. 
Why wouldst thou touch that string, 
And wake the dream of other days? 
Nay! let oblivion fling 
A veil around, when thought essays 
Past feelings back to bring. 
I am most happy now! 
My mind, well schooled, at last has learned 
Each proud conceit to bow 
Down to the quiet it once spurned; 
Then why that calm forego? 
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