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THE FIRE-SIDE.

BY NATHANIEL COTTON, M. D. *

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DEAR Chloe, while the busy crowd,
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,

In Folly's maze advance ;
Tho' fingularity and pride
Be call’d our choice, we'll step aside,
Nor join the giddy dance.

II.
From the gay world we'll oft retire
To our own family and fire,

Where love our hours employs ;
No noisy neighbour enters here,
No intermeddling stranger neår,
To spoil our heart-felt joys.

III.
If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies;

And they are fools who roam :
The world has nothing to bestow,
From our own selves our joys must low,
And that dear hut, our home.

* Born 17..; dyed 1789.
VOL. II.

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Of reft was Noah's dove bereft,
When with impatient wing the left

That safe retreat, the ark;
Giving her vain excursion o'er,
The disappointed bird once more

Explor'd the sacred bark.

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V.
Tho' fools fpurn Hymen's gentle pow'rs,
We, who improve his golden hours,

By sweet experience know,
That marriage, rightly understood,
Gives to the tender and the good

A paradise below.

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VI.
Our babes shall richest comforts bring,
If tutor’d right, they'll prove a spring,

Whence pleasures ever rise :
We'll form their minds with studious care
To all that's manly, good, and fair,

And train them for the skies.

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VII.

While they our wisest hours engage,
They'll joy our youth, fupport our age,

And crown our hoary hairs :
They'll grow in virtue ev'ry day,
And thus our fondest loves repay,

And recompense our cares.

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VIII.
No borrow'd joys ! they're all.qur own,
While to the world we live unknown,

Or by the world forgot :
Monarchs! we envy not your state,
We look with pity on the great,

And bless our humbler lot.

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IX.
Our portion is not large indeed,
But then, how little do we need,

For Nature's calls are few !
In this the art of living lies,
To want no more than

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fuffice, And make that little do.

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We'll therefore relish with content
Whate'er kind providence has sent,

Nor aim beyond our pow'r.; For if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudence to enjoy it all,

Nor lose the present hour.

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XI.
To be refign'd, when ills betide,
Patient, when favours are deny'd,

And pleas’d with favours giv'n ;
Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part,
This is that incense of the heart,
Whose fragrance smells to heav'n.

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XII.
We'll ask no long protracted treat,
(Since winter life is seldom sweet,)

But when our feast is o'er,
Grateful from table we'll arise,
Nor grudge our fons, with envious eyes,

The relicks of our store.

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XIII.
Thus hand in hand thro' life we'll go,
Its checker'd paths of joy and woe

With cautious Reps we'll tread;
Quit its vain scenes without a tear,
Without a trouble or a fear,

And mingle with the dead.

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XIV.
While Conscience, like a faithful friend,
Shall thro' the gloomy vale attend,

And cheer our dying breath;
Shall, when all other comforts cease,
Like a kind angel whisper peace,

And smooth the bed of death.

THE

ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY.

PART THE SECOND,

A RETIR'D FRIENDSHIP:

TO ARDELIA.

BY MRS. KATHERINE PHILIPS.

I,
Come, my Ardelia, to this bow'r,

Where kindly mingling souls awhile,
Let's innocently spend an hour,

And at all serious follies smile.

* Born 1631 ; dyed 1664. Her maiden name was Fowler.

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