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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>R. S. S.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All-worshipped Gold! thou mighty mystery <br>Say by what name shall I address thee rather,<br>Our blessing, or our bane? Without thy aid,<br>The generous pangs of pity but distress<br>The human heart, that fain would feel the bliss<br>Of blessing others; and, enslaved by thee,<br>Far from relieving woes which others feel,<br>Misers oppress themselves. Our blessings then<br>With virtue when possessed; without, our bane.<br>If in my bosom unperceived there lurk<br>The deep-sown seeds of avarice or ambition,<br>Blame me, ye great ones, (for I scorn your censure),<br>But let the generous and the good commend me;<br>That to my Delia I direct them all,<br>The worthiest object of a virtuous love.<br>Oh! to some distant scene, a willing exile <br>From the wild uproar of this busy world,<br>Were it my fate with Delia to retire;<br>With her to wander through the sylvan shade,<br>Each morn, or o'er the moss-embrowned turf,<br>Where, blessed as the prime parents of mankind<br>In their own Eden, we should envy none; <br>But, greatly pitying whom the world calls happy,<br>Gently spin out the silken thread of life;<br>While from her lips attentive I receive<br>The tenderest dictates of the purest flame,<br>And from her eyes (where soft complacence sits<br>Illumined with the radiant beams of sense),<br>Tranquility beyond a monarch's reach.<br>Forgive me, Heaven, this only avarice<br>My soul indulges; I confess the crime,<br>(If to esteem, to covet such perfection<br>Be criminal,) oh, grant me Delia! grant me wealth;<br>Wealth to alleviate, not increase my wants;<br>And grant me virtue, without which nor wealth<br>Nor Delia can avail to make me blessed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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Say by what name shall I address thee rather,
Our blessing, or our bane? Without thy aid,
The generous pangs of pity but distress
The human heart, that fain would feel the bliss
Of blessing others; and, en..."></div>
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