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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530095" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Hymn to Contentment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovely, lasting peace of mind!<br>Sweet delight of human-kind!<br>Heavenly-born, and bred on high,<br>To crown the fav'rites of the sky<br>With more of happiness below,<br>Than victors in a triumph know!<br>Whither, O whither art thou fled,<br>To lay thy meek, contented head;<br>What happy region dost thou please<br>To make the seat of calms and ease!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ambition searches all its sphere<br>Of pomp and state, to meet thee there.<br>Increasing Avarice would find<br>Thy presence in its gold enshrin'd.<br>The bold advent'rer ploughs his way<br>Through rocks amidst the foaming sea,<br>To gain thy love; and then perceives<br>Thou wert not in the rocks and waves.<br>The silent heart which grief assails,<br>Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales,<br>Sees daisies open, rivers run,<br>And seeks (as I have vainly done)<br>Amusing thought; but learns to know<br>That solitude's the nurse of woe.<br>No real happiness is found<br>In trailing purple o'er the ground;<br>Or in a soul exalted high,<br>To range the circuit of the sky,<br>Converse with stars above, and know<br>All nature in its forms below;<br>The rest it seeks, in seeking dies,<br>And doubts at last, for knowledge, rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovely, lasting peace, appear!<br>This world itself, if thou art here,<br>Is once again with Eden blest,<br>And man contains it in his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas thus, as under shade I stood,<br>I sung my wishes to the wood,<br>And lost in thought, no more perceiv'd<br>The branches whisper as they wav'd:<br>It seem'd, as all the quiet place<br>Confess'd the presence of the Grace.<br>When thus she spoke--&quot;Go rule thy will,<br>Bid thy wild passions all be still,<br>Know God--and bring thy heart to know<br>The joys which from religion flow:<br>Then ev'ry Grace shall prove its guest,<br>And I'll be there to crown the rest.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! by yonder mossy seat,<br>In my hours of sweet retreat,<br>Might I thus my soul employ,<br>With sense of gratitude and joy!<br>Rais'd as ancient prophets were,<br>In heavenly vision, praise, and pray'r;<br>Pleasing all men, hurting none,<br>Pleas'd and bless'd with God alone:<br>Then while the gardens take my sight,<br>With all the colours of delight;<br>While silver waters glide along,<br>To please my ear, and court my song;<br>I'll lift my voice, and tune my string,<br>And thee, great source of nature, sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun that walks his airy way,<br>To light the world, and give the day;<br>The moon that shines with borrow'd light;<br>The stars that gild the gloomy night;<br>The seas that roll unnumber'd waves;<br>The wood that spreads its shady leaves;<br>The field whose ears conceal the grain,<br>The yellow treasure of the plain;<br>All of these, and all I see,<br>Should be sung, and sung by me:<br>They speak their maker as they can,<br>But want and ask the tongue of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go search among your idle dreams,<br>Your busy or your vain extremes;<br>And find a life of equal bliss,<br>Or own the next begun in this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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Sweet delight of human-kind!
Heavenly-born, and bred on high,
To crown the fav'rites of the sky
With more of happiness below,
Than victors in a triumph know!
Whither, O whither art thou fled,
To lay thy meek, content..."></div>
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