Stanzas

I.

Welcome the real State of Things
Ideal World adieu,
Where Clouds pil'd up by Fancy's Hand
Hang lou'ring o'er each View.

II.

Here the gay Sunshine of Content
Shall gild each humble Scene:
And Life steal on, with gentle Pace,
Beneath a Sky serene.

III.

Hesperian Trees amidst my Grove
I ask not to behold,
Since ev'n from Ovid's Song I know,
That Dragons guard the Gold.

IV.

Nor would I have the Phaenix build
In my poor Elms his Nest,
For where shall odorous Gums be found
To treat the beauteous Guest?

V.

Henceforth no Pleasure I desire
In any wild Extreme,
Such as should lull the captiv'd Mind
In a bewitching Dream.

VI.

Friendship I ask, without Caprice,
When Faults are over seen:
Errors on both Sides mix'd with Truth
And kind Good-will between.

VII.

Health, that may best its Value prove
By slight Returns of Pain:
Amusements to enliven Life,
Crosses to prove it vain.

VIII.

Thus would I pass my Hours away
Extracting Good from all:
Till Time shall from my sliding Feet
Push this uncertain Ball.
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